Hollywood, and She Did

We whispered a bit too loud In the Ghetto's ear And now it's way too loud in here Let it go Let them run to you When they fail And they're running home They're running home to you We can't pay for mistakes They have made in my name We cannot forget this. we cannot We can't afford this - no, we cannot When they fail And they're running home They're running home to you If the way they sell is the way we fail - I know Run on home Run on home It's kind of like we're being paid for having heart attacks Well, we can only see the top when we're on our backs Remove your teeth and have yourself a bite to eat They don't care if we don't sleep It's the equivalent to having blind men watch your back It's like a liquor store without the swishers Kind of like a dime with no sack Lamborghinis traded in for Cadillacs You might as well have given them the clip to your gat We know failure We will rock you They say, "charge it to the game" Don't talk about it, be about it now