Walking in the subway
Alone late at night
New York City gangs
Everywhere in sight
You feel their anger upon you
You feel their hatefull eyes
Walk a little faster now
You`re fighting for your life
As they walk on closer
A sign that you board soon
You`ve come this far, no turning back
We hope you make it too
Don`t expect, sympathy
We don`t know, the word
You walked my turf, insanity
But in this place you die
Your life is wasted
Your blood is tasted
As it drips down the blade
You didn`t make it
You couldn`t take it
You walked the subway you paid
Your money`s gone
Your clothes they`re torn
You`re lying in a pool of blood
You know you`re leaving
We watch you grieving
But in this place you die
Don`t expect sympathy
We don`t know the word
You walked my turf, insanity
But in this place you die