from the wasteland
  cold steel under my wasteband
  hazardous times
  enemy lines drawn in the middle the streets
  the concrete's stained with blood
  i still got to eat
    when i hit the street i made the man understand
  i fought with flesh and i bled like a man
  i rode that edge of darkness my friend
  stood up to the enemy so life could begin
    you know you got to
  back the fuck up
  back up off of me
    traces of ignorance
  offense of hatred
  the faces change in the same old places
  dark nights and lost souls
  collide to cross those
  the line between a death and dream
    i never wanted to lead your leash
  to pull around your ton of grief
  i'll come back with a fist of lead
  to educate your mind with a blow to your head
    you know you got to
  back the fuck up
  back up off of me
    don't let the time pass waitin' for the answer
  you are exposed to all of the danger!
    you know you got to
  back the fuck up
  back up off of me
    don't let the time pass waitin' for the answer