Hard tac riot gear

Go!

Sleep tight my son
Your daddy's off to war
To be a man in these times
Is to be hard core

Sleep tight and well
Your daddy's quit the crimes
The streets became an urban hell
In the shadows I am a loaded gun

Shadow Point

Fist in their face
A thorn on their side
I am a pestilence
Lethal to this decrepit system

Datastream rolls
Their cluster falls under d.o.s.
Bandwidth chokes
Terabytes scream as systems crash

Virus bombs
Trojan horses installed at shadow point
The war is real
Black flag unfurled over the blue screen of death