Throw it down to the concrete ground This is where I feel free This is where my minds at ease So get the fuck outta my way I'm comin' through and there's nothing you can do So get the fuck outta my way! Away from all the guilt, away from all the self neglect, away from all the bullshit mess I've slapped into my fucking head Take back the streets They are ours Wallies and ollies and supersized nollies Kickies and spliffy's, filled with sticky icky Bags in bags, filled with beer and wax Sunny days in the streets, raining days in the underground We lurk hard, lurking the streets that we've made our own That we've made our home SKATE OR DIE