Forget what you were taught, being a martyr You are within your power to get out and make the world a better place. Gather a full chest and exhale the smoke. At least once ask yourself the question, who if not you? Who, on the verge of choice, will choose the truth? Who, his brother recognizes where he was wrong? In battle, not having withstood, but spattered with blood In the veil of glory and screeching he will choose his loved ones Steel is tempered for years and then slowly presses on the backs of the weak not in the rules of the game Will stand up to help putting in a burden, but who did not ask from the heart? Who if not you? The chimes are beating and it's getting harder and harder to breathe from the collar Years are coming and we are still waiting for the wizard I would not exchange my freedom for anything I repeat and repeat Who if not me? I need a chance now So give me the sky of strength Besides, remember not often about what I asked you Not to swing I promise And to take out my lot I need a chance and now I need a light in the dark Where are those innocent hopes For the truth and the right to live How are you I decided myself I don’t know After all, I grew up without becoming a big One hundred mistakes I sewn up Digging the conclusion do not fuck with clap It is better to wash them with all ears And listen to both Here the water muddies the majority of those dissatisfied with their own role (You can’t forget it’s not possible) Pretty familiar motive and look it will convince, but it was not there. In the circle of the path like a locomotive To the station, the goal while the voice in my head repeats Who if not you Who if not you Who if not you Make steel past a hundred geletins Not selling make all that you call dreams come true *** Who if It’s not you who echoed me underground cats It’s also fashionable to throw show-off in the underground I killed nights in the studio, so it was necessary And what I didn’t lead to my mind there I took on the ladies I was never a fan of their turnips I’m in the subject where that is behind the back for 10 years walls geta and walls newspaper i wore a shift in bags did not hide chikets in sneakers And, being a small school, I chose to roll to mishkets I went from darkness to blind years into the light Who if not you would leave your mark here I lost my rhythm I fought on a cunning rhyme Shaved and secretive hitman At night I was preparing a hit for you Yeah, here from the game like baby teeth fell out Those who did not learn the rules of the club Do not care where and where you compose your dreams Out of a million chances who if not you Yarmak: I was nothing, brother, an ordinary Kent. The suburb, the capital brought up a fighter in me, and that success could only dream. Life ran into spokes, the wheels are spinning and I walk in the same row. We wrote rap, reading for food. Paint cylinders, walls sheathed with old foam, 106 behind doors, People in black overalls make a sound, And they believe that someone will appreciate them with a T-shirt on stage, not knowing what a word (xenik) is. They said Sasha, give it up. They said it’s not business. They said rap - not serious. They said rap is not for whites. And I am not eminem, but I also got out of the bowels. This is not "8 mile", my 20 kilometer. I am not white among the black, but I am white among the wicked, My world is rolling to the bottom, And I beat the devil in the gut. And it doesn't matter who you are and where you are from, how old are you, brother. If with us for one thing, know that we are going into the light.
