Why?
Текст песни Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix)

(i always wanted to be the voice of the streets
But my father was a rabbi and my mother made beats,
I mean, books, and the kids on the streets always gave me dirty looks)

It's watching your own shadow on a dirt bike,
Get shot in the back under a street light.
When you arrive at the party, it will not be
Without a bullet in your back,
And a poem about death
And of course your walkman.