Walking in the subway 

Alone late at night 

New York City gangs 

Everywhere in sight 

You feel their anger upon you 

You feel their hateful eyes 

Walk a little faster now 

You're fighting for your life 

As they walk on closer 

Their eyes burn down your back 

You feel a thousand cries 

Not prepared for their attack 

A mission bell sent sign 

A sign that boards soon 

You've come this far, no turning back 

We hope you make it too 

Don't expect, sympathy 

We don't know, the word 

You've walked my turf, insanity 

But in this place you die 

Your life is wasted 

Your blood is tasted 

As it drips down the blade 

You didn't make it 

You couldn't take it 

You walked the subway you paid 

Your money's gone 

Your clothes they're torn 

You're lying in a pool of blood 

You know you're leaving 

We watch you grieving 

But in this place you die 

Don't expect sympathy 

We don't know the word 

You walked my turf, insanity 

But in this place you die