[Lyric] .357 (Adam West)

Living on the street like a punk
And i sell my soul just to get that junk
While the cops beat down on my head
I keep it to myself but i gotta keep pushing
.357 right to my head
Pull that trigger and then i'm dead
Living on the street in a box
And i run like hell from the threat of the cops
While my walls come tumbling down
I keep on trying to
Push push struggle
I said i'd be the one
I swear i'll be the one