It always takes me too much time
To get to know who is who
Because I can’t remember faces well
Just what’s written in their tattoos
And it turns out in the fuckin' end
That all the brothers from the hood
Are just like fuckin’ shadows man
Attached to the backs of very few
Who speak their minds to make a change
Not to drown in shit again
Killing comfort zone? That’s strange...
Fuckin’ weirdos - that’s the best name...
So next time before you say a thing
Just take a look on the walls
If you can see some shadows figures
Just forget it... You are gone