Walk light, for these are the bad lands
Bad lands, these are the bad lands
Bad seed, castor bare of soil
Weeds run free through the golden oil
Milk outside, it's bound to spoil
Know a couple bad girls 'n they all adore you
Somethin' to assure you, we'll secure you
The television say they can do that for you
Wanna go to sleep, gotta seek a drug
Shorty on the street thinks her man's a thug
Went and got shot 'cause he need the pub
Record blew on up, tell you life is rough
Mama ain't home, daddy doin' dirt
Lil' Jimmy got the fo' fifth from the shirt
'Bout to go berserk, just needs some guidance
But in the bad lands, the results are violent
Rhymin' on the corner using gun shots for snares
Bad enough lands to make punk rockers care
They don't give a fuck just like we don't give a fuck
Righteous man get bucked and some stopped to stare
Blood on they backs 'cause they ran, just a grub on scraps
No daps, mean loves n' a slug in the air
How many beefs wore to the point where everybody eats when it's over, that's rare
And in a prayer, I begged the All Mighty to spare
My daughter from fake thugs, real drugs, and players
I've been around that shit and I'm embarrassed
You been a town jester, that's careless
Perilous pits I've dodged like it's my job
They worship twisted gods and spit facades
To get that wad, what will you do?
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, till it kills you
Bad lands, these are the bad lands
Bad seed, castor bare of soil
Weeds run free through the golden oil
Milk outside, it's bound to spoil
Know a couple bad girls 'n they all adore you
Somethin' to assure you, we'll secure you
The television say they can do that for you
Wanna go to sleep, gotta seek a drug
Shorty on the street thinks her man's a thug
Went and got shot 'cause he need the pub
Record blew on up, tell you life is rough
Mama ain't home, daddy doin' dirt
Lil' Jimmy got the fo' fifth from the shirt
'Bout to go berserk, just needs some guidance
But in the bad lands, the results are violent
Rhymin' on the corner using gun shots for snares
Bad enough lands to make punk rockers care
They don't give a fuck just like we don't give a fuck
Righteous man get bucked and some stopped to stare
Blood on they backs 'cause they ran, just a grub on scraps
No daps, mean loves n' a slug in the air
How many beefs wore to the point where everybody eats when it's over, that's rare
And in a prayer, I begged the All Mighty to spare
My daughter from fake thugs, real drugs, and players
I've been around that shit and I'm embarrassed
You been a town jester, that's careless
Perilous pits I've dodged like it's my job
They worship twisted gods and spit facades
To get that wad, what will you do?
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, till it kills you
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