(verse)
These kids without dreams
Theyre breeding right on the streets
And live in town suburbs all their live
With a hell inside
Their eyes full of a flame
All they want - to stay the same
How to kill in the lane -
They already know
(chorus)
Don't try to touch them - you will fall
...I share with you wisdom
They gonna make it on their own
You shouldn't place your fear inside
...I share with you wisdom
Your hands in blood, your hands in blood...
(verse)
On the road chain of bursted cars
Pocket knifes and blood-cold guns
The only thing they proud is being mad
You better choose another way
Always try to get what they want
Yeah, right - you from the different worlds
How to hurts your proud -
They already know
(chorus)
I whisper. I hate you. I hate you
(chorus)