Til Death Due Us Part

Fighting about stupid stuff and getting kicked in the gut
I grew up in the Bronx where you may never know my name
Chill out dude get out of my face I don’t need your lies
Telling me what I have to be cuz I am my own enemy
Don’t believe in most of your gigs but until I get busted
Til death due us part I will still be thinking of another way to get out