[DJ On Point:] This shit right here is called Locked Down. [J Formz:] Formz, Ghostown! What you talkin' bout son? Let me tell these mother fuckers son, let me tell 'em somethin'. What you talkin'...
- How about this? - Okay. Move, kid . Let's do this! Love it. Buddy, come here. Come here! Want a piece of this action, Kirkman? There's still time. Maybe next time. Yeah. Yeah. Come on, come on. Look...
Feeling slips away I think I've lost control Seeing, hearing getting old Perception starts to fade| I should have called you out Faced down the fear within Addiction rears its ugly head Trapped in...