I dont need no friends to tell me who my friends are
I dont need some pig to tell me what the rules are
See me walkin Im loaded
See me walkin Im loaded
Ive got an ear for every sound
Ive got an ear down to the ground
These blues come down
These blues come down
The streets are burnin
The years are turnin
The sky is falling down
The line has been drawn
Been pushed too far
Been pushed too hard
Knocked down, knocked down, no, no, no, break it
I dont need your lovin
I dont want your beauty
I go back in my head, I go ugly in my head
This home is loaded, its ugly
This lonely ghetto, its ugly
See him walkin with a gun in his hand
See Im walkin with a gun in my hand
See him walkin with a gun in my heart
Loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, loaded, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly...