Tekster:
Channel Zero Man On The Edge

I'm a loser, in a suckers world Left on the streets worthless and weak Pointless drifting far from home Is this the only thing that I deserve They don

strangers observe me Now their doctors enter my privacy They grab my arm and push me down I keep on trying, things can't go wrong now I keep on trying

on me, premeditated Predicted the interrogation Before they commenced to investigate I know the celebrate when they catch us Still niggas on stretches Paramedics make a killin a ghetto Channel