I am looking for a style in the shade of gray blocks, in unsafe places
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Straight from the outskirts of the city, as a sinner I err
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What fate wants from me
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The flame goes down after the fuse, others are preparing retaliation
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I keep going, my griefs are constantly tiring
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The people overhead are groaning, and this lamentation flows with misery
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Hell in my eyes, I'm still looking
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Come, I will not find it soon, I am digging a hole and drilling insights in trouble
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Żywiec six pack in hand, I feel alive
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Although it is doubtful in this alternative to find an antidote to this whole restroom
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Make without imagination the name of their unknown to me
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Although the world at my doorstep, as colorful as Murales
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I do not feel sorrow, I am myself looking for style
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Walking through the Theophiles, I look at the surroundings
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How hate keeps humanity in a cage
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I am looking for a style, hidden among other styles
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Lost like Atlantis, the legend lives on
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I discover these aspects, I swim in the ocean of life
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Someday I will reach my goal by connecting the next links
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I'm looking for style in places you don't dream of
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Remembering those who left here
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Instead of the fun of Nesquik, the tenement houses of apathy
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Fuck I try, how people prey on flaws
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Which life repeats itself in a cycle, their toil in blood on their faces
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Fate does not caress with life, fists create better ones
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I'm one of those neighborhood guys
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In the vicinity of family tragedies, I will not distance myself from the facts
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I am looking for the fulfillment of prophecies about beaches and hot sands
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Shapely buttocks, so that the mother has to work for eight hours a day
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And I know those who are not enough for life
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(I'm looking for a style) I'm looking for a style mixed with the crowd
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By doing what I think I can do
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I chose the direction of honesty, will you understand it
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A flight over the city, a goal - to find a style by believing in yourself
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The first problems
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Not one of those who don't know us doesn't like us
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Strength for intentions, measure I will stay
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Yeah ... yeah
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Today many in the gallery, a thousand portraits
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Still the same faces and I'll do it different, don't say
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A dose of fresh oxygen for you, albeit a clean sheet
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It'll all be in rhyme soon, don't look
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I find inspiration in beautiful women smiles
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I am looking for a style because I know it is there, it comes from the heart
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This is my Mecca, it is a relief in these verses
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Peace, silence, relaxation - this is where I can be heard on the stages of Łódź
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From this place where something finally starts to move
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Baby, listen to me, because these are the words for you
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A city rotunda, full of city thoughts
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The heat, the soul rages, because in clubs it is 100 degrees Celsius
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I am still looking, forever in this park a sigh
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A memory, the first phrases on paper
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It's like a dream that finally begins to come true
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Rap in Polish, in Polish neighborhoods
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After a year of legal, and you've been waiting for it
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You are looking but you cannot find, so look further
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Above sea waves, above clouds, above everything that surrounds us
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Another life line written on pages
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I am looking for a style, hidden among other styles
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Lost like Atlantis, the legend lives on
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I discover these aspects, I swim in the ocean of life
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Someday I will reach my goal by connecting the next links |