Trials and tribulations and glamorous stories
of street laws, street fights, and skinhead glory,
lessons of violence and prejudices buried,
educated brainlessly in hardcore fury.

Living like a downed man rising to my feet,
repeating to myself that I can never see defeat.
With lessons of the past and the faces that I meet
I’ll take my place as L.E.T.S. on my hometown streets.

Pleased by the simple fist-a-cuffs I’d have to be deranged,
leaving countless broken bones and faces rearranged.
By lessons taught by agony, on the pavement,
on the street I’ll hold my place as L.E.T.S. on my hometown street.

With lessons of the past and the faces that I meet
I’ll take my place as L.E.T.S. on my hometown streets.

Rules and regulations and fabulous tales,
learning to adapt as a man who never fails.
Walking through my hometown streets.
Rules and regulations and fabulous tales,
learning to adapt as a man who never fails.

Walking through the jungle
led by my lost and bent mind
reading stories written in blood off a street sign.

Distant and resistant,
unaffected by my peers.
Breathing urban toxin and swallowing my fears.
I’ve learned myself a new approach
on how to spell survive.
L-E-T-S I am,
C-E-S for life!