Where I'm from
Stories aren't rags to riches
They start with rags
Then cuffs
Then jumps
Then ditches
Lent a hand to the fiends
Helped scratched their itches
They'll bite the hand that feeds
So we're iron fisted
Raised 'round the bloodthirsty
Didn't have the killer ways
Acquired the taste
Just to keep away the hunger pains
Ain't destiny or fate
Out the womb felt the lick of flames
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
We fade away
Never is a easy choice
Things are never black and white
Stuck in the grey
In the fray
Had to sacrifice
Early saw the difference
Night and day when comparing lives
Learned no wrong or rights
They made choices I made mine
The scars from the pain
And the scars from the age
Aren't always visible
They sit behind my face
From the years of standing grounds
Digging heels
Full brace
No comfort in the moonlight
And sunshine brings snakes
Judged by the gavel
Then judged in the afterlife
Young had to scramble
Bad hand
Still rolled the dice
It was all a gamble
Roulette
Model 29
Go and pull the trigger
Then we'll see who really live
Kept my eyes forward
Never did a clover pluck
Down on my luck
What's the point in getting hopes up
Keep it a buck
I never gave a f*ck for euphemisms
World is full of ugly truths
Sugarcoats and pacifism
Where I'm from
Stories aren't rags to riches
They start with rags
Then cuffs
Then jumps
Then ditches
Lent a hand to the fiends
Helped scratched their itches
They'll bite the hand that feeds
So we're iron fisted
(bloodthirsty didn't have the killer ways)
(keep away the hunger pains)
(destiny or fate)
(out the womb felt the lick of flames)
(Ashes to Ashes)
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Where I'm from
Stories aren't rags to riches
They start with rags
Then cuffs
Then jumps
Then ditches
Lent a hand to the fiends
Helped scratched their itches
They'll bite the hand that feeds
So we're iron fisted
Raised 'round the bloodthirsty
Didn't have the killer ways
Acquired the taste
Just to keep away the hunger pains
Ain't destiny or fate
Out the womb felt the lick of flames
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
We fade away
Never is a easy choice
Things are never black and white
Stuck in the grey
In the fray
Had to sacrifice
Early saw the difference
Night and day when comparing lives
Learned no wrong or rights
They made choices I made mine
The scars from the pain
And the scars from the age
Aren't always visible
They sit behind my face
From the years of standing grounds
Digging heels
Full brace
No comfort in the moonlight
And sunshine brings snakes
Judged by the gavel
Then judged in the afterlife
Young had to scramble
Bad hand
Still rolled the dice
It was all a gamble
Roulette
Model 29
Go and pull the trigger
Then we'll see who really live
Kept my eyes forward
Never did a clover pluck
Down on my luck
What's the point in getting hopes up
Keep it a buck
I never gave a f*ck for euphemisms
World is full of ugly truths
Sugarcoats and pacifism
Where I'm from
Stories aren't rags to riches
They start with rags
Then cuffs
Then jumps
Then ditches
Lent a hand to the fiends
Helped scratched their itches
They'll bite the hand that feeds
So we're iron fisted
(bloodthirsty didn't have the killer ways)
(keep away the hunger pains)
(destiny or fate)
(out the womb felt the lick of flames)
(Ashes to Ashes)
Stories aren't rags to riches
They start with rags
Then cuffs
Then jumps
Then ditches
Lent a hand to the fiends
Helped scratched their itches
They'll bite the hand that feeds
So we're iron fisted
Raised 'round the bloodthirsty
Didn't have the killer ways
Acquired the taste
Just to keep away the hunger pains
Ain't destiny or fate
Out the womb felt the lick of flames
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
We fade away
Never is a easy choice
Things are never black and white
Stuck in the grey
In the fray
Had to sacrifice
Early saw the difference
Night and day when comparing lives
Learned no wrong or rights
They made choices I made mine
The scars from the pain
And the scars from the age
Aren't always visible
They sit behind my face
From the years of standing grounds
Digging heels
Full brace
No comfort in the moonlight
And sunshine brings snakes
Judged by the gavel
Then judged in the afterlife
Young had to scramble
Bad hand
Still rolled the dice
It was all a gamble
Roulette
Model 29
Go and pull the trigger
Then we'll see who really live
Kept my eyes forward
Never did a clover pluck
Down on my luck
What's the point in getting hopes up
Keep it a buck
I never gave a f*ck for euphemisms
World is full of ugly truths
Sugarcoats and pacifism
Where I'm from
Stories aren't rags to riches
They start with rags
Then cuffs
Then jumps
Then ditches
Lent a hand to the fiends
Helped scratched their itches
They'll bite the hand that feeds
So we're iron fisted
(bloodthirsty didn't have the killer ways)
(keep away the hunger pains)
(destiny or fate)
(out the womb felt the lick of flames)
(Ashes to Ashes)
Writer: Miguel Bailon
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