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We continue disoriented, black, not knowing what to do
We don't like at all what they want to propose
Walking through nothingness, arguing with my being
Damn street life that we have to go through
We are floating above because we fear losing
Our lifestyle usually doesn't convince them
That damn fake giving away her love
Criminal shit inspires me, black, what can I do
Don't try to convince me
Here everything is about money
Tied to the untouchable, sailing with my dogs
They don't have a good life but they deserve heaven
There is no alternative, I have to escape to heaven
(Don't try to convince me)
Here everything is about money
Tied to the untouchable, sailing with my dogs
They don't have a good life but they deserve heaven
There is no alternative, I have to escape to my heaven and
I would invite you my inspiration but it's cold in the street
Not for you but for the hashish that makes me smile
Insolent thugs, captains of sound
Check my gaze, I know everything is lost
And I'm high on the slang
Drowning in truth
Played by her legs, nigga
This love can't take it anymore
I escape from this jungle
And everyone can go to hell, nigga
And I fly, I escape from reality
Suffocated by blues that treat you mercilessly
Known on the streets for its versatility
I'm doing it again even though I said never again
And I fly, I escape from reality
Suffocated by blues that treat you mercilessly
Known on the streets for its versatility
I'm doing it again even though I said never again and
Two thousand and something