Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oh-oh, yes I was the third brother of five Doing whatever I had to do to survive I'm not saying what I did was alright Trying to break out of the ghetto was a day to day fight Been down so long, getting up didn't cross my mind But I knew there was a better way of life That I was just trying to find You don't know what you'll do until you're put under pressure Across 110th Street is a hell of a tester Across 110th Street Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak, oh-oh Across 110th Street Pushers won't let the junkie go free, oh-oh Across 110th Street Woman tryin' to catch a trick on the street, ooh baby Across 110th Street You can find it all out in the street, yeah Look around you, look around you, look around you, yes I got one more thing I wanna talk to y'all about right now Hey brother, there's a better way out Shooting that coke, snorting that dope, man you're copping out Take my advice, it's either live or die You've got to be strong if you want to survive The family on the other side of town Would catch hell without a ghetto around Take my advice, it's either live or die You've got to be strong if you want to survive Across 110th Street Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak, oh-oh Across 110th Street Pushers won't let the junkie go free, oh-oh Across 110th Street Woman tryin' to catch a trick on the street, oh-oh Across 110th Street You can find it all in the street, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oh-oh, yes

I don't want you to be high I don't want you to be down Don't want to tell you no lie Just want you to be around Please come right up to my ears You will be able to hear what I say Don't want you out in my world Just you be my backstreet girl Please don't be part of my life Please keep yourself to yourself Please don't you bother my wife That way you won't get no help Don't try to ride on my horse You're rather common and coarse anyway Don't want you out in my world Just you be my backstreet girl Please don't you call me at home Please don't come knocking at night Please never ring on the phone Your manners are never quite right Please take the favors I grant Curtsy and look nonchalant, just for me Don't want you part of my world Just you be my backstreet girl

God gave me a- A car God, I could drive so far God to get a-, away God, you know, God, you know I never wanted to stay It's hard to live a life With two arms and two legs With a body like that With a face like that With people and voices inside your head Mom, I think I'm going mad And as you know I can't get out of my skin I was born with it and I'll die within So you didn't give me wings to fly Bro a car would be nice, would be alright God, they always tell me You're the saviour of us all And God, they always tell me You're the one who is in control And God, they always tell me You're the one to call So I call One, two, three, four, five, six, seven That's the number to call heaven God give me a car I could drive so I could drive so I could drive so far Give me a- Give me a- Do you wanna stay I don't wanna stay Let's get away This is the day God give me a car I could drive so I could drive so I could drive so far Give me ten minutes and a key And I'm out of here For once, I can be me For once, I can feel free Living or dying wouldn't be that bad Dad, I think I'm going mad God, they always tell me You're the saviour of us all And God, they always tell me You're the one who is in control And God, they always tell me You're the one to call So I call One, two, three, four, five, six, seven That's the number to call heaven God give me a car I could drive so I could drive so I could drive so far Give me a- Give me a- Do you wanna stay I don't wanna stay Let's get away This is the day God give me a car I could drive so I could drive so I could drive so far Last token wouldn't work for me If the car wouldn't be What I wanted it to be One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Heaven God give me a car I could drive so I could drive so I could drive so far Give me a- Give me a- Do you wanna stay I don't wanna stay Let's get away This is the day God give me a car I could drive so I could drive so I could drive so far

Does he even feel anything? I guess he don't, but he wanna meet At strange places Nobody knows And I guess, he thinks I'm scared of him, but he is wrong I got all the things you want, but I'm just playing along He got guns in his pocket And he shoots, shoots, shoots He got blood on his carpet, but he won't fall for you But he feels for me so easily He's not the one you should be scared of You should be scared of me He tells me secrets Nobody knows, I don't think it's good And that he told me, "Bury, bury those chords" But I will not teach you how to get out of this Baby, here I am, I'm with a deadly kiss He got guns in his pocket And he shoots, shoots, shoots He got blood on his carpet, but he won't fall for you But he feels for me so easily He's not the one you should be scared of You should be scared of me 'Cause I don't feel anything And it's right, I get evil overnight Here is some advise Don't listen to my puppy eyes Don't listen to my puppy eyes He got guns in his pocket And he shoots, shoots, shoots He got blood on his carpet, but he won't fall for you But he feels for me so easily He's not the one you should be scared of You should be scared of me He got guns in his pocket And he shoots, shoots, shoots He got blood on his carpet, but he won't fall for you But he feels for me so easily He's not the one you should be scared of You should be scared of me

Knock, knock, knock on the glass I don't know what time is it, how much just passed You told me you'd help me Yeah, you told me you'd be there You are a liar, but I believed you, I swear Knock, knock, knock, let me out You just laugh even though I'm screaming so loud I guess you want to ruin my life I guess you like watching other flames die Flame under a, under a glass No air, no oil, no stupid gas Many years now and I survived My flame is, my flame is still alive Knock, knock, knock, write it down Your project failed, I'm the only one in town Who survived your pathetic game I'm sorry for everyone who lost their flame Flame under a, under a glass No air, no oil, no stupid gas Many years now and I survived My flame is, my flame is still alive You think I am strange, I think you are strange I don't know why I have to sit in a stupid cage Trying, fighting, learning how it feels like to be fooled My whole body is shaking, but I'm not allowed to move No air, no oil, no stupid gas Many years now and I survived My flame is, my flame is still alive