@jbjaso3's Review of The Gutter - San Diego, US

There they go, there they go. You rockin' with that blue gang. They came to shoot, they cold. Tase the fools and use they volts. You stained soap through false clothes. You throw blows, leave a dude face broke. I make a fool race, like Usain Bolt. Then you stay broke, but they won't shut up and yield. They sufferin' for something that's real, gettin' shot on the field. Shot in the names of lives that the government's killed. They fightin' with picket signs while you shovin' with shields. You circle around, search a turtle in the crowd. You're allowed to murder a child, smoke in the smell, pow.