Thats the way it begins
You try to behave
Yeah, you try to fit in

But when you rise and stand
You find a lock-step march
No room for jazz

Uh huh

Born bad
With a slight of hand
I go from jam to jam
With a crash, boom, bam

Born bad
I dodge a sucker punch
And drop a bomb like liston
On an animal hunch

Ive been down
Yeah, Ive spent some time downtown
I've covered sacred ground
Soft and slow and round

I gave up
Yeah, I learned to give it up
Thinking thats the final cut
But it turns out I was wrong

Born bad
Thats the way it began
Stuffed a young pink lung
Down a rank glue bag

Born bad
This is where it all lands
For a bull headed, corner hanging
Problem child man

I grew hard
Over time my scars toughed up
When getting even just wasnt enough
I had to choke my conscience off

I've come far
Yeah, I had to travel far
Peel through layers sick and raw
Just to taste and touch once more

Born bad
Like a synchro-mesh shift
Thats stuck in third
Just smokes and burns

Born bad
With a cig-hangin lip
A talk-back baby on a
Star-crossed ship

Born bad

Born bad
That's the way it began
Stuffed a young pink lung
Down a rank glue bag

Born bad
This is where it'll land
For a bull headed corner hanging
Problem child man

Born bad
Born bad
Born bad
Born bad


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