In the ghetto areas, the boys are looking for the meaning of life
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They will come to their aid without a second thought
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Labyrinths of the way, you will not dissolve in the area
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Immigrants are joking, the scenery of these neighborhoods
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Fate will put everything in its place
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Who is faithful who is for a while, she will bring out
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Black night smears the faces of those passing by
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Shadow people around, it's inexplicable.
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Still the same yard, the same old shop
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The same planted basin, but from the speakers already rhymes about us
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Adidas emblems on our suits
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Sports bags, they don't have rhinestones
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And you will understand if fate is similar to mine.
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If you're not just a son, on your dad's Porsche
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Jewess, outgoing call as a way of communication
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This is the lyrics of the districts, there is a lot of dirt here.
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Alone in the silence, we hurry to survive
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You break into pieces what breaks life
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And maybe from longing, and maybe dependent
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I don't blame you, it's your choice.
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Alone in the silence, we hurry to survive
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You break into pieces what breaks life
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And maybe from longing, and maybe dependent
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I don't blame you, it's your choice.
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Dark courtyard, prior, 2 xenon floors
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Quietly sheruds the space of this area
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Strengthen youngsters who sell mixtures
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Spice in every prominent place. |
It's not fun
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At night in the yard, With firm faith in God
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Your Everlast T-shirt won't stop the pack
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Tramps boys, in order to profit.
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They don't give a fuck about your problems, no moral principles
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For these boys, there is no authority.
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In Shah without bumpers, behind the ear a cigarette,
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Cap on the side, don't give a fuck in Chinese Nike.
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Unscrew the settings from the BW speakers
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You can’t forbid living beautifully, but it’s worth trying
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From year to year, quickly climb the stairs
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Of course, there are already those who are waving to us from the roof
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You stand without progress, and we breathe in the back
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Alone in the silence, we hurry to survive
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You break into pieces what breaks life
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And maybe from longing, and maybe dependent
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I don't blame you, it's your choice.
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Alone in the silence, we hurry to survive
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You break into pieces what breaks life
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And maybe from longing, and maybe dependent
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I don't blame you, it's your choice. |