Текст песни МС Молодой - про меня

The usual story, hackneyed plot.
It's very simple, but hard to answer.
He went that way, that he came across.
I do not complained about the broken destiny.
The parents were in abundance.
Yes, and with everything else in order.
Paid school, private lessons.
The child was walking along the road drawn.
It seems that everything has already been decided.
But the ship he was drawn to the bottom.
Tired of looking at the world through a window.
Life, unfortunately, drawn to shit.
Dirty street reality of the world,
Naive young boy in his hands beckoning.
With reckless force into the arms seized.
As a result, another ruined soul.
He came out of the house, and then again.
Living here is like a scary story.
Gray paint it attracted.
He grew up in colors, they did not amused.
On the life he knew only from TV screen.
And the fact that Mom and Dad said.
But the world was different, much harder.
At least, that world which was in the shadow of the walls around their houses.
Fate was preparing a pitchfork and he was the victim of satire.
And the first step over the threshold started it.
On the streets of the ghetto can not see a response.
New friends they knew a lot of what he did not know
And it is not suspected.
Money pulling them like a magnet.
His captivity negative flavor.
Clubs, discotheques. A bunch of fun options.
The money helps to achieve success.
Whore from the streets adored him.
Street Wolves stretched tail.
The company does not ignore,
By subjecting the body new challenges.
First, beer, vodka, and then plan.
A month later, the wheels, the paper in front of the fog.
It was fun and very interesting.
New faces, new place.
New from old flour dough.
The guy went the other way.
The parents did not know and did not know
What is the son of Satan already lost.
And further more, he quickly fled,
More booze and drugs taken.
Suk fucked without condom. All scoring.
Swear become. And value is not appreciated.
He was on the way down, closer to the precipice.
Not looking back, I did not believe in the future.
Galloping ahead, already powders her nose.
No sausage is not the plan, nor on the wheels.
New friends, new tips.
Only they have the answers he received.
A little more, and the dividing line.
The kid turned into a street shit.
In the vein of Hera and faith flooded.
Colorful world has become a gray film.
And it is not like anything.
Just let the vein of crap.
All went on and he lost his appearance.
Empty eyes and dirty outfit.
Syphilis, gonorrhea and hepatitis in the blood,
Dick with her life himself says.
A couple of tricks for overdose.
The father of a shock to the mother tears.
That in this life really worth?
And who in this world deserves to live?
It had everything and became a full zero.
I fell down although he could be king.
There are hundreds, do not go looking,
That life had not forced to live.
Do you want to go, do not want to say goodbye.
No one will ask you to live and know.
You only need them to their relatives.
Who are you plunged the knife into his back.
Who is to blame, he or the world?
That is cruel and deprives us of the forces ...