Walking in the subway Alone late at night New York City gangs Everywhere in sight You feel their anger upon you You feel their hatefull eyes Walk a little faster now You`re fighting for your life As they walk on closer A sign that you board soon You`ve come this far, no turning back We hope you make it too Don`t expect, sympathy We don`t know, the word You walked my turf, insanity But in this place you die Your life is wasted Your blood is tasted As it drips down the blade You didn`t make it You couldn`t take it You walked the subway you paid Your money`s gone Your clothes they`re torn You`re lying in a pool of blood You know you`re leaving We watch you grieving But in this place you die Don`t expect sympathy We don`t know the word You walked my turf, insanity But in this place you die
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