Osama

Breaking paradigms

Out in the streets there's something that calls me
Light the fire, dude, don't let the flame go out
I take a rum, I get on my run-run
And with the first blunt, I explode like Osama

Out in the streets there's something that calls me
Light the fire, dude, don't let the flame go out
I take a rum, I get on my run-run
And with the first blunt, I explode like Osama, -ama

The street calls me and I'm on its payroll
Just with a blunt, I explode like Osama
Excuse me, mom, for my criminal life
Never leave me alone, neither friends nor ladies
In this voice, I bring poison
And in the pipe, a blunt so we can pass it fully
I take my path and don't tell me how we see
Because I eat you up like the smoke I burn
We see, it shows on the face
That even the fingers are blown
I get high, I throw, I give some kisses
And I come and finish the verse
Shh, ah, and we keep going all cups
And we keep going all cups

Out in the streets there's something that calls me
Light the fire, dude, don't let the flame go out
I take a rum, I get on my run-run
And with the first blunt, I explode like Osama, -ama

We're outside with red eyes
Chill, you know how things are
Since I was a kid, I enjoy this life
To hell with the law, dog, there's no fear here
My crazy ones in the street looking for money
High up, smoking weed daily
Mind your own business and don't mess up
Here life can quickly be taken from you
I soften them up, my gang rules
They want me to leave, but I keep residing
It's been a while since I care
He says he's tough and I watch him talking

Yah, let me get high
I live in the sky, I have a lot of style, hey
Tell me where he is, I don't see him here
If he comes, he goes, dude
I always thank God
For everything this bad life has taught me, uh-oh
I am the voice of my street
It caught me since I was little, always careful, uh-oh

Out in the streets there's something that calls me
Light the fire, dude, don't let the flame go out
I take a rum, I get on my run-run
And with the first blunt, I explode like Osama, -ama

Out in the streets there's something that calls me
Light the fire, dude, don't let the flame go out
I take a rum, I get on my run-run
And with the first blunt, I explode like Osama, -ama

Zxmyr
Poet
What a danger
Tory, Alzada