[Verse 1] Can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name? Twisting your arms, holding out their hands and tugging at your sleeve Do you feel this underlying sense of urgency or are you as blind as me? [Chorus] I hit the ground and I'm still running but I need a place to stay tonight I swear I'll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere now [Verse 2] I can't bear the thought of losing I dread the attention winning brings And ever since the day I came here I can stand without your strings I'm so sick of all these people But I'm scared to be alone And if this life has taught me anything I forgot it long ago and so I [Chorus] I hit the ground and I'm still running but I need a place to stay tonight I swear I'll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes [Verse 3] The heart is something you can't control We either choose to follow or be left on our own So we're leaving here on a less-traveled road As desperate cries grow louder, I know we're getting close, getting close [Chorus] I hit the ground and I'm still running but I need a place to stay tonight I swear I'll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes Follow Rise Against: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/riseagainst Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/riseagainst Twitter: https://twitter.com/riseagainst Website: https://www.riseagainst.com

(Lynch): The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that Shamrock Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet T-shirt, black mask In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette And I do it to get my dick wet Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner So I've been in pussy since I could start nuttin' I'm off that Cloraseptic and that Robatussin Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasn't Had me dumpin' out the back of Cadillac's on Walter Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin' In a funky situation that's how we do it Chorus: Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin' Why must this shit always involve dying? (E-40): Runnin' shit like Sosza, Big Bank Hank Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up Nova, pushin' crank Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip 1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip Neighborhood watch better watch that ass I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last On a block where I clock cash so fast This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin' 10 For what? For killin' my best friend And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must After the first time the second time was a rush What about the third time? The third time felt like sex What kind of guns did you use? Choppers, Uzis, Teks Whatever one works best I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the wall Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's small Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun Snatchin' purses cuz I'm young and dumb If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn Might end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin' CHORUS (First Degree): Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp But if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like beavers But I'm an over achiever around these heaters I don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch Now she lookin' for a nigga like me to feed her and shit Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka First Degree keep a leash on his dick Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you 'bout my strokes But I done been gave that up, ain't healthy no more Cuz a this yappin' and feelin', she strapped with the homies And her weak mind got all of Sacramento in a bind Lizzy Ann must die, the situation just ain't right Cuz she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so I called her I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter (Twamp Dog): Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back Talkin' bout takin' me down to the Sac town county jail Strapped up cuz I did a jack Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me Knowin' I'm into straps, cuz every time I get caught one was sittin' with me 2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick Shackled down, now I'm on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness Think about the work that I did that night and what went wrong To get a rider caught 30G bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, fuckin' watched Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lie Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyes Feelin' his anger Watched fools before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like you So it ain't no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do? Take it to another court room? And that's the first step for me, my lawyer knew the D.A You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see If I did take a deal, it's only one year guaranteed But I'm bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks Tryin' to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the muthafucka Then I messed around and had to go back to the first judge Sayin' don't work for ya I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substance And the odds are stacked against me, no frontin' Choices need to be made on the 7th A catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way I'm fucked Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my ass on the run Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I'm gettin' struck Cuz doin' time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck CHORUS