Child of Anger
F.T.G.
I was 17 and young
Love to thrash and grind
All I have in my rhyme
My song is not a crime
Don't they understand and raise my anger
Don't they understand I'm child of anger
They tell me to stop
Put everything aside
The cops they cut my hair
My right is raze and rob
Don't they understand and raise my anger
Don't they understand I'm child of anger
Where is freedom
To play and sing a song
Where am I wrong
Keeping my hair so long
Don't they understand and raise my anger
Don't they understand I'm child of anger
I don't care much
For what they think and say
There's no harm
To god I will pray
Don't they understand and raise my anger
Don't they understand I'm child of anger
