Lyrics

He was a Bad Kid, he wasn’t born that way
Did a thousand miles in a stolen car, just to get away
From a FUCKED UP situation, out of his control
Not into temptation, your mother’s praying for your soul

So he learned to play the game and played for keeps
This side of town ain’t no place for the meek

You gotta get strong or die
When you’re fighting for your life
With the creatures of the night

He never worked a straight job, just eighteen
Twice as big as many men, father taught him to be mean
he was just supposed to scare ‘em, but he cracked the bastard’s skull
Now he’s doing five to ten, not counting on parole

In prison where he made his only friend
He told him that he’d do it all again

You gotta get strong or die
When you’re fighting for your life
With the creatures of the night

Then a free man, with nowhere to go
He didn’t let it phase him, the highway was his home
So he roamed from town to town, with just two deadly fists
The judge declared them weapons, so he put it to the test

Until he found himself on the wrong side of a gun
He laughed and said, well you might be the one
It’s your or me, and I ain’t gonna run

You gotta get strong or die
When you’re fighting for your life
With the creatures of the night