Waiting to Exhale - Violator

Persecuted and hunted by the police

Shotguns and bombs blazing your eyes

An addiction becomes transgression

And they will deliver the cure with despair

Suffocated for a compulsion

Poverty and drugs burning your lung

The smoke takes them to another place

No one would face this living hell

Choked

(by) seclusion

Hidden

(with) repulsion

Can’t these people realize

The solution is not victimize

The hand that guide the brutality

Wounds for money cleaning the streets

The problem of abandon

Should not be solved with more injure

The mistreatment of authority

It has a reason to please the rich

They want to profit with our city

Even with death as consequence

Can’t these people realize

The solution is not victimize

Products of a violent state

That are waiting to exhale

For those who born in gutters

Choice is a mean illusion

The abhorrence they know all time

Is now the reason to end their lives