Dust Into Gold

To turn dust into gold...

To turn dust into gold...

The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what)
The guns, knives and bats, every time I scrap (come on)
The dark, the light, my heart, the fight
The wrong, the right, it's gone, aight, here it comes

The crowd goes wild when they hear that beat bang the sounds

(Feel the bass and bring the Hardcore)

To turn dust into gold