milk for jimmy's kids

jimmy walking home
no street lights no phone
wrong side of the walk
ruff thugs jimmy all talk
pigs all stumped about the whos and the dids
jimmy trying to get back with some milk for his kids
im eighteen and crying
cant believe jimmy is dying
my world getting grim
so i got to the gym
hitting the bag, not the weed
crushing the heavy, building the speed
fueled by rage
and my economic cage
gonna make the thug bleed
if im his next evil deed
just a trying normal dude
forced to be evil and rude
workin' and scrapin'
among the death and the rapin'
dont know no god now im the fear inside satan
keepin my head up lookin out past the skids
holdin my own and bring milk to jimmy's kids