It's 14 straights away Just 14 straights away. Underneath the concrete underneath these painted lines, Exists the roots of everything that I've tried
Drop in on broken bones, Split open, bleeding faces, Kick the disclaimer out the door, Cos no-one cares no more. A release for the nation, A vent for
m a piece of shit Outside the streets are filling up with hopeless (souls) Faces on my tv shows This world is not what it seems Cos this world is a fake
Can you hear me play my song, across the straights that we come from, my friend. 'Cause I can hear you singing along, on the steps that we come from,
