Текст песни Страх - Shows a way me

shows a way me rasta foray
Educated in the street rasta foray
The soul becomes such easy, all right
And i one, before eyes dark night

When that time came, when in my life black strip
I began to think about the future of street
There was war of ideas in my head
Am there i in confusion, i am good or bad?
I don't look like an angel and devil
you will not find such as i, and will
The world on earth will lose the sens
Nowadays kids spit into each other's face
With me usually my the two best friend's
Smoking gunja we, this is our subject's
For us not problem to find a jamb
Our direstion rasta foray gunja
We go a way to the world every day
When merriment is not sky becomes gray
Laughter and gladness abandon us
But ideas develop in good plat's