Survival of the fittest

Only the strong survive
living all these days for myself, not you
mind your own business i do what i do
all of you who like to preach all day
now hear what i have to say
the smell of leather makes me high
i feel good inside when you cry
nor remorse is felt when you sigh
because skin keeps me warm and dry
To wear my boots, i'll take a hide
to feed my face, i'll kill with pride
in this world of survival
those with strength will have no rival
i'll smile as i drive down the street
sitting in my car with plush leather seats
survival of the fittest and that is the beat
and i eat all of the meat
don't get me wrong
i come from the streets
i'll tell you now it's strong over weak
you slow - you blow
and you will meet your defeat
now you will understand
you will understand now