New times, new prices, old life
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This is how we live
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The baggage of experience, well there is no lack of inspiration
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Place of upbringing
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This is the most important respect
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Where your mom lives
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He strongly believes in you
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Your neighbors know you
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They used to complain over and over again
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Because the weed bothered them
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As I smoked under the cage
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Bought for the company
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Is it for the items exchanged
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Dormers burnt under schools
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Get to me
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Restless nights
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Treated to this day with a joint
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As if there are no boundaries for us
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But home will be home!
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It's harder because it burnt, it's better because the family is close
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Once a spark was planted
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The fire is burning today
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No ridicule
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No singer, no musician
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Normal normal boy
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I wish you worse, how badly you bode
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You slip, you can lie down here for longer
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Nevertheless, I keep fighting
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I live without illusions
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Where are you from, what do you say, how they ask you about it
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Do you remember how it was when you were a kid, the whole bunch?
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Money breaks feelings and contacts
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Memory lasts forever on the street, not collusion
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And I will not stop writing for classic beats
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Pile driver from Dix crew, give feats, give solo
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And don't peirdol me, we'll see each other again at school |
Again, kids prefer, a mix of rap and voya
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Again, the kids sit around all day and eat cumin
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How to make money here and they don't care about coins
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How to help parents impress girls
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Chopping the sauce and friko Dix no i gicio
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Tick, tick, tick, it was already there
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What a fucking friendship
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What fucking love
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Empty words of loved ones here today burst my head
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I found half and that's my whole life
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Dix, dix, dix I won't forget how stoned faces were falling into me there
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Lots of memories of people who mean everything to me
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WWA, URS, MOK, DIxon
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Where are you from, what do you say, how they ask you about it
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Do you remember how it was when you were a kid, the whole bunch?
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Money breaks feelings and contacts
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Memory lasts forever on the street, not collusion
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Well everywhere but at home is best
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I hope you remember and you will remember this
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Many have already forgotten those lost in business
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Somewhere absorbed without memory after all
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I have my place which I will not give up
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What is ours is glory as a local patriot
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Because this is how an ordinary boy from Nowy Sącz lives every day
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Who knows that the nest needs to be taken care of and not ignored |
A young Pole who grew up in this district
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Where he often fell and rose, he changed his life
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Here where smog kills this beautiful sky blue
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But here I have my roots and family thank God
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Thousands of memories, sorrows and joys
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Here everything happened here, no one filed any complaints
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I love this place, from which not one has left
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Well, it's important for him to remember, hi!
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Where are you from, what do you say, how they ask you about it
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Do you remember how it was when you were a kid, the whole bunch?
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Money breaks feelings and contacts
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Memory lasts forever on the street, not collusion |