Est. 1992 Lyrics

Three cheers for drunk nights and weekends

Take risks and dive in the deep-ends

Scrape knees, throw fists, and bump heads

Live fast, have fun, enough said

My Teachers said id end up dead

My teachers gave me bomb head

Took bets and ended on wrong ends

Make hits clink links and it is sent

I'll spread good vibes on these airwaves

I smoke I blaze the gas all day

Roll up and ash away my pain

Write out the shit that's in my brain

I miss my friends who died to fast

I pray this pain it don't last

I pray this risk it pays out cash

I hope I save a life How's that

I work so much damn i miss sleep

Grind hard show up and make ends meet

We fight we never claim defeat

My brothers soul its my fine keep

I hope one day i get a good wife

I pray we have a good life

I pray i raise kids right

When i die the skies my new lifeline

And we go on, and on, and on

And we go on, and on, and on

Sometimes you just got to remember

That you need to just breathe