In here the life quickly dives, taking a holla of lives
Either with the lockup or the stabs of foggy knives
No one can be brave, everybody is a thief
From the dustman to the mothefuckin’ chief
You shut the fuck up or it’s gonna be a messy grief
Democracy and rights to fulfill you’ll never achieve
Burn me with fire; melt me with the fuckin’ acid,
But my words shall never stop, they burst out like tears
Though we don’t feel or care about what he/she steals
But, when will feel the finger still stacked into us and wake up,
To rebuild and repair all damage it will take years
Blinded by their words, fucked with their swords
Ruin and punked by those who we call lords
We’re into a blacked out darkness, they’ve shut all windows and doors
They’ve bound each road and paralyzed us to proceed in this course
Never follow our dreams and ride the winged white horse
Fucking us all the time like some filthy bitches with force
Damn, the hell with those crack punks
If we wanna beat them we must use the goddamn tanks
Gather like some armed hood linked gangs
So, we wouldn’t give a fuck to what he brings
They always underestimated us ‘cause we are teens
We wear pinky T-shirts and tight jeans;
Put necklaces, shades and drive some fast wheels
Graduated with and by nothing,
Either we snatch or just go and sing
Either we get popped or take to drink
Yet, either ways it seems that we will sink
So, whatta ya think, ain’t this a bitch!
Live for your homies or a mothefuckin’ snitch
Working the whole day to get some crumbs of bread
He sits his ass on a comfortable chair for two hours,
And he gets greens and wheels, and more things ahead
When you luckily do not drop totally dead
So, fuck this shit, I surely rebel with a fiery anger,
Don’t calm me down, hit the bets and don’t fear of being upset
I do not wanna keep bleeding within and out
I’m gonna bring it and say it loud
‘Cause I blame them for how shitty it sounds
It may the first time to claim, but for sure it gonna be other rounds