Grew alone, from the cradle of hermit
Lifestying collar riding hands.
And the middle of my finger is already automatic
Pops up in faces degenerates
And since childhood, I did not seriously perceive God
Anxiety, seventeen, "fog" and "road"
How in this power to stay on the track?
Do not go to the ravine, and falling - climb
Under the nest of all the authorities of the networks, they pursue people,
Turning the knot, and for the gingerbread seven.
And me the third dozen to change the threshold
It remains almost a little to hell.
What did I do in life? And what is proud of it?
After all, there is only rap, and the desire to get drunk
And from childhood, licking on the bed
Zadolbalo invisible grandfather rub:
And I would face color in my eyes ...
And I would have friends that score my dust ...
And I would be the most, rightfully "to the grave",
O God, or how are you there, give me strength.
When is the power of mercilessly punish?
Well, where are these people that firmly tell me:
"Together we, against the life of the Patsan"
But ungrateful and with her himself
Hard baby in a difficult family and
From this light from small in the resin.
You forgive me mom, but in the mirror I
Watch an interesting soccer in shit.
Fascinating around the city I learned a lot.
Well, who and why I proved then for words:
"Not stabbed small, like you? Prince?"
And since then we collect in puzzles to fall.
Why watched? Who will prove to me?
Good street will show little
Like girls words, sons of doctors
Can become prototypes of whores and thieves
We in the romance of these yards protruded all the trails
From catching cottages of cooks.
Well, give a chance to turn the time to reverse ...
And in my head, these thoughts are praying again:
And I would face color in my eyes ...
And I would have friends that score my dust ...
And I would be the most, rightfully "to the grave",
O God, or how are you there, give me strength.
When is the power of mercilessly punish?
Well, where are these people that firmly tell me:
"Together we, against the life of the Patsan"
But pride inspired: "Dare yourself to myself"
Dating, alas, we are not those started
And hand B in a bladder, but I'm on the mel
And if almost at that place and time, I am sure
It would have been offended for a long time.
But alive and free, and still prince
And you in the back basar, and who of us scum ??
A penny on bread, ink, tobacco.
Pursued me the word - weak!
And now Alter-ego is terrible war,
Previously, the heart, like LEGO, without feeling the guilt of these
Mouse in lipstick laughing crashed
They did not know that, even he was borrowed.
And only rap, only mine, only life.
Do you also copy bread too? Oh brother hold on.
When it is a good, and I hope I hope so
What are close to the horta will say:
I did not face color in my eyes, but
There were friends that scattered as dust.
There was also the most, right down to the grave "
Though God, or how it there, did not give strength.
And the power is mercilessly not punished
Let those people who proudly said:
"Together we, against the life of the Patzan.
Neither step back and all opinions in the eyes! "Yau.
