Scandalist - Unnatural Order (Prod. by Anabolic Beats)

Follow Scandalist Lyrics A race through the streets running as they chase him he flees They pop shots yelling stop drop get to ya knees His vision is weak dark alleys twisted and bleak Crack vials litter the streets with liquor debris Empty syringes from binges other visitors needs Just picture the theme it’s Hell here Lucifer’s dream Its lucrative deeds that lead to the roots of the tree That grew from the seeds corrupted from pollution in streams The fruits that proceed are rotten to the core in a death grip So even if they survive they born and they destined To fall to the same rough patch like the rest did They innocence molested in sinister segments At integral stages in pivotal places Rearranging their fate oblivious to the changes This is the daly bases the living arraignments The way things been for ages and nothing is changing X2 Just go and try to run a mile in my shoes and you’ll fail