Letras: Ashema. Other. What We Feel.

This one goes out to the real deal,
those who understand what we feel.
The true players in this game called life,
that did not back down, who put up a fight.

See trough these veins, it keeps on pumping,
hearts in overdrive, clenched fists stomping.
Break down you walls, like hammers of justice.
Take down your fences, your bullshit prejudice.

What we live for, what we die for.

Always and forever, we?ll remain the outcasts.
But no matter what they say, or said in the past.
We?ll stand our ground, take pride in this.
Put our feet down, throw up our fists.

This one goes out to the real deal,
those who understand what we feel.
The true players in this game called life,
that did not back down, who put up a fight.

Hardcore, locked down, 25-to-life,
bars slammed home, for the crew I?d die.

This one goes out to the real deal,
those who understand what we feel.
The true players in this game called life,
that did not back down, who put up a fight