You're coming home to an empty space inside of you
There's no other place
You're wondering hard what you're here for
But every night you still walk out that door

You're just a screwed up kid
Who doesn't know who he is
Fights the words in his head
Screams he's better off dead
Met a punk with a dis
Wants a fight and now you're pissed
It's already too late
Sawed off your hate

What did you sell your soul for?
Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
You got props from your boys on the block
A cross to bear that never ends
What did you sink so low for?
Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
Props from the cops and the court
A sin you can't erase

He caught you looking his way
Hands in the air - what the hell'd ya say?
I know something sad but true
That mother***ker was as scared as you

You're just a screwed up kid
Who doesn't know who he is
Fights the words in his head
Screams he's better off dead
Met a punk like you
What the ***k you gonna do?
Point the piece at his eyes
You never realized

Sell it with a pistol in the sack
They push you so hard, gonna push right back
Sell it and don't put up a fight
Your life has just started but it all ends tonight