If my hatred can’t have its way with the world
i
keep my head low
when i ride on my own
no
need to bait the
niggers and the spics, pimps and nips
they’ll get what’s coming, fuck yeah they’ll
get what’s due
but until that eventually i’ll keep the code, let the
heroin flow
and the coca leaves grow
no need to show my hatred
if my hatred can’t have its way with the world
i’ll just keep it inside
and not quite alive, a beautiful
beast chained to my anger
and waiting…
waiting
in quiet anticipation, dangerous
in the corners of my shadows the shadows cast
by the unforgiving wings of a
dark, dark angel
let chinatown have its wars
let night have the whores
i will have my hatred as i ride
