Stopping All Stations Restrung

[Verse 1: Pressure] Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis This war veteran knows what a hard time is He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is The reason he rides the train with no car license So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe Gets a fine cos the change he got don't add up right We're talking about a man who never lived a lavish life Caught up in the age of computer chips and satellites A lovely lady boards looking tired and half awake He smiles, she's reminds him of his wife that passed away She says something as she walks right past his way His old hearing aid don't last quite half the day Some young gentlemen alive with their laughter Approach the old timer and put a knife to his heart to Explain that money or bloods the price of their barter To a man whose friends probably died for their fathers [Hook] Whatever it takes can justify Whatever ends we make, whatever the price To the end of a life, it's just an observation So take a ride we're stopping all stations [Verse 2: Pressure] It's been a long night the suns lifting on a cold Morning but she's drugged and drunk tripping on her stroll On the way home, she's done with stripping on a pole But she can't pay for her son living on the dole Jumps a train puts on her gloves she's wearing black Being watched by some old mug she's glaring back She's on edge and got the bug from sharing smack So she says, "Hey, what the [fuck] you staring at?" He smiles, an unsteady hand rubs on his dome She takes a seat, a messy band of ruffs board alone To the digger with a machete at his lungs and he's prone He can barely stand but ready to stand up for his own She tries to help him she doesn't choose to flee the car And catches a blow with enough bruise to leave a scar She starts fainting, the rooms moving and seeing stars Ain't it amazing how courageous human beings are? [Hook] Whatever it takes can justify Whatever ends we make, whatever the price To the end of a life, it's just an observation So take a ride we're stopping all stations [Verse 3: Suffa] He knows nothing but hard work and scraping by Looking for a purse or a wallet so he can make a buy He hasn't been on the nod since this morning He needs to touch the face of god, his skin is just crawling These peeps are sheep, time to fleece the market Jumps a train with some friends, sees an easy target An old man hard hit with age, fainthearted The kid pulls a knife, like let's get started A girl steps, he's like eat the carpet Laughs with his friends like she's retarded The old man stepped and swept the assailant Off his feet, his head connected with the railing Man you're weak the old man said as the kid lay recovering Blubbering, "get to your feet I'll tell you another thing A real man never lays his hands on a woman A real man would know that, no surprise that you wouldn't I didn't fight in two wars just so forty years later You'd have the freedom to rob me on the train, this behaviour Doesn't fit with what I gave this country so cut me Won't live another day in a world that's so ugly" [Outro: Pressure] So take a ride, cause we stoppin' all stations