Tell me who are you
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Rapte the man but push it on the street
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Headed yes let it go
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Open the back door, let the wolves always come in
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This is the crazy events
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Fine works give surgeon peace
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You have a choice, it's blood or water
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How many executioners will find you where you want?
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body blood sweat Massaka tanker
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gnawing teeth jet black panther
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Don't stray in your way, give me life again
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Mask on my face soldier on the street
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Fist against the wall hardened muscles
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Iron melted, rusts removed
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The sound of the street Massaka is grim
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It comes between you and explodes in the middle
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When does the dream turn into a nightmare?
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The dream goes to the world we woke up now
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Dream-speaking mouths cut tongues
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Let the dream catch fire, turn into ashes, tongues
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The waters stopped, gambling on the table
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Cigarette in hands, smoke in the lungs
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Good day is over, your home is divided
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Bandana burst on my face, stash
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There are no bars on the street, we have mountains
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Hot conflicts, mothers cry
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The bagger binds the weak with heroin
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The robber greases his gun in the corner
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No keko aside, we have techno
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At the beginning of each month, ten thousand meto
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crescent and star on broad shoulders… to
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Hearts are ice, this is real ghetto
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Tired, sorrow, bloody hands
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They say he who lives fast dies early
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The floods take away the pain inside
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Surrounded by barbed wire
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When does the dream turn into a nightmare?
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The dream goes to the world we woke up now
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Dream-speaking mouths cut tongues
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Let the dream catch fire, turn into ashes, tongues |