ben uyku dolu bu gözlerimle baktım ahalime ve kelime topladım çuvalla bendime, sınırda çattım halime, savaştım kör savaşçı arenasında kendime sataştı sözlerim aleyhime, hep arbede! solar bu güller, anısı geride tek dikenle anılır, rehine tebessüm eden azaplar oldu, kezzap içti intihar çocuklarım, zamanda yorulan elvedalarım pes etti, öldürüldü tüm devalarım, ey rapin oğlu! gözlerinde yaş düellosu ve kötürüm oldu ince ruhlar ordusu, son arzusunda anlaşıldı ölümün korkusu, tuhaf kokusu sardı, bedenim cellat yolcusu yok olgusu, sükut lütfu dileyen elleri, telaşla açılıverdi göklere, panik içinde koşar adımla kaçışıyordu tüm dualarım derinlere, bense dipte boğuluyordum, tek savaşıyordum en derinde, arenasında kör savaşçı ellerinde yok silah, siyah karanlık ortasında savaşıyor, zor!
[Mista Brown:]
i hate the way you look at me just like the little piece of thrash under the carpet ready to tear the heartbeat i'm broken living bad luck, i'm always dirty
not in the mind but in the soul! always ready to go to the street with no name
save me from this bad game my life's been lame turning the wheels on the bus round and round reflection in the mirror makes me sick days gone by like mad
filling the s***e with things i've never had anxiety and stress ran out of pain with nothing to gain i'm slain the mental institute is, full of guys like me and mic hit the light and say goodnight can't take the strife uh! notebooks filled with fright killing the pens with all the presence on the pad sad, i never got the
[Mista Brown:]
i hate the way you look at me just like the little piece of thrash under the carpet ready to tear the heartbeat i'm broken living bad luck, i'm always dirty
not in the mind but in the soul! always ready to go to the street with no name
save me from this bad game my life's been lame turning the wheels on the bus round and round reflection in the mirror makes me sick days gone by like mad
filling the s***e with things i've never had anxiety and stress ran out of pain with nothing to gain i'm slain the mental institute is, full of guys like me and mic hit the light and say goodnight can't take the strife uh! notebooks filled with fright killing the pens with all the presence on the pad sad, i never got the