Badlands Songtext

I'm talking about the badlands Ain't nothing but a sadland I don't blame it on the city But the badlands put its mark on you I see Johnny at the corner As the Popsicleman All of a sudden he's got a gun in his hand Now Jonhny's in a wheelchair 'Cause of the Popsicleman At the wrong place at the wrong time Now he understands I need to find some peace of mind I need a rest, I need to unwind this hangin' and bangin' goin' on This ain't no hell, this is my home I'm talking about the badlands Ain't nothing but a sadland I don't blame it on the city But the badlands put its mark on you (SWING:) Bad Land! You gotta know the streets muthafucka It can't be no one time beef muthafucka Can you feel me really I hope you rocking mic's Than you ain't slinging dope Check the masses who major in the gunblast On yah filthy rich ass 'Cause you ain't never cut class But they did Now they're fuckin' underrated And ain't trying to throw no joints, or no bullshit Just drink liquor, smoke hydro and just pull shit Stay jigg without the man, stack the grand 'Cause the plan done work Now we're duckin' from Uncle Sam Blam! Take that on yah way out Stay out! Yah days out - lights out! Back to my hideout You inside out makes the inside edition A scar is my tradition Doin' you in intermission She's just a wannabe Just wannabe be somebody She's just a wannabe Just wannabe be somebody