Ship High in Transit - The Bronx

I believe I’m only human

I will rip and I will ruin

I believe nothing can stop me

No way — no God, no army

I believe my premonition

No desire, no position

No time left for wishful thinking

Cause we’re not strong, the clock keeps ticking

I’ll try not to look over my shoulder

Cause even the sun gets boring, we need the children’s stories

Everybody wake up, don’t say it’s over

Be free, be blessed

Get more, give less

I believe I am a target

I believe I’m a target market

I believe the bottle’s thinking

I’ll never make it

But at least I tried

Cause in the end there’s nothing

Don’t hold your breath cause no one’s coming