the street is my world what do you wanna call me a murderer for i never killed anyone i don t uh i don t pretend to go uptown and be anything fancy i can but i find more real in the world that i m in then i do the tensile and the real world is the one i have to deal with everyday y know umm believe me if i started murdering people there d be none of ya left rain s falling down from blackened clouds blazing storm of chill the sky is torn from lightning and from rage there is no shelter from the wrath god forsaken force i m standing drenched and soaked in ice so cold can it be it s my fate all this blazing hate see as i fall so deep into the sky the spirits are calling my name they beg me to free them someday i will be sane snow s falling down from clouds above tearing down the sky i must release the spirits now i must release the spirits now raging hate is my fate is it all too late remorse for what you people have done everything in the world to me maybe i should ve killed 4 or 5 hundred people then i would ve felt better then i would ve felt like i ve really offered society something you ve got it stuck in your brain that i murdered somebody what do you wanna call me a murderer for i never killed anyone see my scarred body and mind as i m laughing at the sky  see as i fall into the sky lightning is burning my soul see as i m thrown into the deep blue sky no spirits are calling my name i m begging to be freed from pain i am no more