There are also ghettos in Bur, in the high-rise
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Sober look at what I say when I cross the bridge
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The police are the cops, the dealers are the chiefs.
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They're all bros, they're all dude, they're burning on the corner
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Livelihood, fight, no one leaves the back
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To the park on the backs of clean-faced children
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Get out of the civil draft, under the treacherous hand
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Your face fell because you will also listen in the evening
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Ten grams of cannabis to be packed in the alley
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Tekel dealer knows, will the police know, master?
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Opinions will clash, my ideas are in prison
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Fifty percent bursa
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Education, health, justice all collapsed
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There's blood on your hand, no cover can cover it
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This song was the bridge, my lyrics were driven
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Those who come from the street, on the street!
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Dust smoke but dust smoke
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They broke us up with this street again
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The neighborhood with the smell of pepper
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Look towards the sun and notch
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Dust smoke but dust smoke
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They broke us up with this street again
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The neighborhood with the smell of pepper
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Look towards the sun and notch
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Those fancy malls on one side, payroll on the other
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There are people who sleep hungry on the street, do you think about tomorrow?
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The bomb explodes in your country, you love the dead very much
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When democracy comes out of the people, you also usurp your rights
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Supposedly, the problem of meaningful Turkish Rap is always below the waist.
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Obviously, it does not bend the rod to any problem
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So to speak, it will wait for the snake so that it asks
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Have a conversation with a refugee on the street, ask a question of homeland, and the film will break
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They are stateless because imperial interests gave birth to it.
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Asparagas agenda, press, media lied
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Handcuffs to freedom, petition to this country
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There is no rest, we are on the street, although this is not accepted, we will wait in the same place
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We'll add it to the end of the sentence so that our side is clear, the enemy is furious.
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You keep writing, master, everything you say is rotten
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The streets are on the streets
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Dust smoke but dust smoke
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They broke us up with this street again
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The neighborhood with the smell of pepper
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Look towards the sun and notch
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Dust smoke but dust smoke
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They broke us up with this street again
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The neighborhood with the smell of pepper
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Look towards the sun and notch |