Only the strong survive
   Living all these days for myself, not you
   Mind your own business I do what I do
   All of you who like to preach all day
   Now hear what I have to say
   The smell of leather makes me high
   I feel good inside when you cry
   nor remorse is felt when you sigh
   because skin keeps me warm and dry
  
   To wear my boots, I'll take a hide
   To feed my face, I'll kill with pride
   In this world of survival
   Those with strength will have no rival
   I'll smile as I drive down the street
   sitting in my car with plush leather seats
   survival of the fittest and that is the beat
   and I eat all of the meat
   Don't get me wrong
   I come from the streets
   I'll tell you now it's strong over weak
   You slow - you blow
   and you will meet your defeat
   Now you will understand
   You will understand now