Walking in the subway
  Alone late at night
  New York City gangs
  Everywhere in sight
  You feel their anger upon you
  You feel their hatefull eyes
  Walk a little faster now
  You're fighting for your life
  As they walk on closer
  A sign that you board soon
  You've come this far, no turning back
  We hope you make it too
  Don't expect, sympathy
  We don't know, the word
  You walked my turf, insanity
  But in this place you die
  Your life is wasted
  Your blood is tasted
  As it drips down the blade
  You didn't make it
  You couldn't take it
  You walked the subway you paid
  Your money's gone
  Your clothes they're torn
  You're lying in a pool of blood
  You know you're leaving
  We watch you grieving
  But in this place you die
  Don't expect sympathy
  We don't know the word
  You walked my turf, insanity
  But in this place you die