Poor families in poor huts
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Most of the youth in the barracks
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Everyone grew up on conflicts and mats
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Poor families in poor huts
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High-rise buildings color of gray floors
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Sidelong glances of all my homies there is such a person
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My wounds are sutured, my wounds are sutured so that the smoke from the ears
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Only the smiles of the boys and the city is not visible
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At night they moved quickly quietly along the fence
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Old wild AvtoVAZ tinted all around
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My brother presses on the gas drunk guy is young
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You know, even more wounds mom
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close circle entrance marijuana
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Poor area of old houses and slanting outskirts
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Here in the conversation everyone will not be equal to everyone
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From boys to deputies
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Mom is looking for us and we are to blame
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Alas, lawyers will not help us
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Blame everyone rolls cotton wool
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From boys to deputies
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Mom is looking for us and we are to blame
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Alas, lawyers will not help us
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Blame everyone rolls cotton wool
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My boys got an evil law a long time ago
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In the eyes of the stars, not from the sky, but from shoulder straps
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We interpret for the truth not the left rut
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From the heart to all districts this run
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Red and blue sirens on the run
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Here everyone has a problem, the area is vanity
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Vanity area
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From boys to deputies
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Mom is looking for us and we are to blame
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Alas, lawyers will not help us
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Blame everyone rolls cotton wool
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From boys to deputies
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Mom is looking for us and we are to blame
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Alas, lawyers will not help us
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Blame everyone rolls cotton wool
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From boys to deputies
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Mom is looking for us and we are to blame
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Alas, lawyers will not help us
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Blame everyone rolls cotton wool
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From boys to deputies
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Mom is looking for us and we are to blame
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Alas, lawyers will not help us
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Blame everyone rolls cotton wool
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