Lyrics: Choose the scene or the street Either in the spotlight or at the barrel of my white gun I'm visible on posters, unless there's a mask on my face Either I die like a bandit or I throw a parade on death (yeah, yeah, yeah) I have control over this, I have the word, there's no turning back without accomplishing it (yeah, yeah, yeah) I give my word to all my brothers, my word This is the situation, even if my hands are tied, I'll find a way to solve it somehow There's no escape from this, hustling until the morning I don't want to work Because my body is telling me "you should live a better life!" (yeah, yeah) Work in the evenings, empty in the nights, ignore the authorities, run this way In my mind, a dream, a Porsche at your door I throw a punch at my past (yeah) My friends are like stars in the sky, as if there's a congress in the heavens (yeah) I poured Bombay on top of my syrup (yeah) The silence of the street collapsed on me completely (yeah, yeah) The drawer is the beach but this is a border to the bourgeoisie (yeah, yeah) In my mind, I have a word, no going back to my family (yeah, yeah) I give my word to my sisters (my word) This is the situation, even if my hands are tied, I'll find a way to solve it somehow I count the losses, as if counting sheep (yeah, yeah) I have in my memory neither more nor less (yeah, yeah) I count the dead, as if counting clouds (yeah, yeah) All the bourgeoisie that I keep an eye on (yeah, yeah) As a reason for someone's death (yeah) The sky is shining in honor of the streets! (yeah) I have a word for someone who has a word, (yeah, yeah) Hold your breath, now dive deeper (deeper, dive deeper) I have control over this, I have the word, there's no turning back without accomplishing it (yeah, yeah) I give my word to all my brothers, my word This is the situation, even if my hands are tied, I'll find a way to solve it somehow There's no escape from this, we knowingly entered this war once again I can't escape from the one chasing me, this child will reach his dreams If a decision is made above, you can directly reach the outcome But if your empty hands haven't turned towards the sky even once Father, what speed is this? (brrr) I can lower the gear and catch up to what's ahead of me Suspicious person, maybe those passing by will enter your home through the chimney Don't forget, streets get angry, each one finds heaven through bullets Maybe you can't return home I have control over this, I have the word, there's no turning back without accomplishing it (yeah, yeah) I give my word to all my brothers, my word This is the situation, even if my hands are tied, I'll find a way to solve it somehow
