i walk alone is the storm,in the wild cause
vowed to pay dues, to reveal the lifesyle,
of beast, before u criticise me, walk in my shoes,to loose to win, on the conrete jungle,
among sacred and santanic men.
the beast come to collect, cash or a check,
if plan to stand up and protect,self respect.
something got suffer for nother to reign,
to be king in the a valley the beast,
it take a war to get peace, the concrete jungle
were the strong survive, better be holly molly
when the beast staring at you eye to eye.
u run now u be running forever, whoever hit the conrete die and bleed, the one standing rule and breath, the moral is still face the beast, in this concrete jungle street, least you wasnt weak,eventhough defeat, u stood up to the beast.
and to me that peace.