Death Before Dishonor

They'll find you dead on the side of the street
When the sun comes up on old colony
Another junkie snitch brought to his knees
By the hard world he never had to will to beat
Your hard times mean nothing to me
You're a prisoner, beaten and weak
Hard men grow harder from pain
But you just caved in, crumbled and shamed
My hate, can't wait, to seal your fate
You'll never learn like so many I seen
You just spend your days alone, hiding from me
I know the games and I know your kind
And when I came to you, you locked the door and cried