If no words come, you can always give him the finger.

Sometimes things are better off forgotten.

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.

Nobody really knows her Except the chosen few Her secrets are kept hidden Behind that sun-kissed hue. If I reach out to touch her She’ll just run away My Forever and Always Will have to wait another day.

Secrets she'll take to the grave and secrets she's dying to share.

The threat of taking something away makes us appreciate it more.

We're in the Chicago suburbs, ruling our 'hood and the streets that lead here. It's a street war, where other suburban gangs fight us for territory. Three blocks away are mansions and million-dollar houses. Right here, in the real world, the street war rages on. The people in the million-dollar houses don't even realize a battle is about to begin less than a half mile from their backyards.