Текст песни h1gh - На арене

People of different generations are not here in the arena for awards
Falling on my knees kneeling in the shins of music if there are no men
The soul of your lines is worth a penny
After all, I'll throw cash in the fucking thing if you lied to me
I'm poor but my rap currency is quiet seki
I cry with words cry for conscience
Arena is not my home I won't lie like predators in a herd race
Tamed by training under the name of the conquistad
Light light give the prisoners light the crowd
Blind blind every one of them until someone gave a way
And let the mongrels trample themselves in this crush, barking here
Few colors as in the color of the logo of the Beeline network
Do not city that your yards are more courtyard than strangers
the sky will give birth to hedges of rains just for their nonsense
And the arenas are drowning under the influence of requests here, but I don't need arks, I just need simplicity!