the chosen one is me

I'm from the south, where the heat'll make you sweat El Paso, Texas, where the streets are filled with threats Red rum on the corner, bodies left to decay Gotta watch your back, ain't no room for delay Gang wars, drug lords, it's a deadly game Survival of the fittest, only the strong remain In the land of the snakes, where the law don't exist You either run with the pack or you cease to exist Blood stains on the concrete, echoes of gunshots Mothers crying, children caught in the crossfire plots Red rum in the air, a constant reminder In El Paso, Texas, ain't no room for the blinders I walk these streets with caution, never let my guard down In a city where the devil wears a crown Red rum El Paso Texas, it's a dangerous place But I'll keep pushing forward, never show a trace. Use in Studio or