| The sun keeps shining | 
| People keep trying me I can’t waste my time | 
| The black four-five when shit get wild | 
| You fuck around and lose your life | 
| You thinking it’s a game | 
| Cause people know your name | 
| You gon' find out the hard way | 
| I ain’t what you thought I was | 
| I got a brand new feeling still A Brand You Can Trust | 
| The Skull and Guns with the cap and the bandanas you love | 
| Point your pistol at your enemy you stand and you bust | 
| (BANG BANG) on these foes — it’s sucha animal rush | 
| Got that old thing back it’s like you can and you must | 
| That monarchy-anarchy's waking me and standing me up | 
| Walking me around I’m ranting with insanity much | 
| Too much for my own good (so I abandon these drugs) | 
| But I feel like I’m fighting for my life when I’m writing still | 
| I was feeling like my skills were heightened when I’m biting pills | 
| (BREATHING) Pacing 'round the lab crushing white and pills | 
| I got so much venom — FUCK LIFE if I might get killed | 
| Then I might get killed — let me write this will | 
| My head was fucked now I’m sober and it’s like that still | 
| The same lunatic, giant gun the defiant son | 
| I thought I told you I AIN’T DONE | 
| You heard Slaine sober, I’m a cocaine boulder | 
| Smoke dust with the Angel of Death, my brain’s vulgar | 
| But my heart’s blacker than Bad Brains, see these last days | 
| I’m in a bad place, homie, I need a damn change | 
| A reignition, a new mission, a campaign | 
| Kill 'em with success and bury them with a glad face | 
| Meet 'em with a smile, tell 'em what you really think | 
| Then beat 'em with a brick, then feed 'em to the pigs | 
| Throw 'em to the roaches feed 'em to the spiders and snakes | 
| Lies and fakes personify violence and hate | 
| But I’m smarter now, I realize that drama is lame | 
| And I own my mistakes, though my karma is pain | 
| And that’s just the way of the world but what part of the game | 
| Said I gotta stay the same way I was yesterday | 
| I’m trying real hard to be the shepherd | 
| But don’t push me up against the wall | 
| That would be a motherfucking death wish |