Текст песни prz - Всем

we are purely urban children, our hands are in our pockets
only the street with passing trams listens to us
face behind the hood, your guys are closer than a shirt
from time to time we see something that already gives way to legs
generation if not the last, then one of them
a hobby for me and not a job to convey my verse
all over Russia, born in the early nineties
life either gives gifts or breaks our nose
unbearable, I don't rap according to GOST, it's just not there
but there is a beat in the columns and I blindly follow it
fuck the glory to me? I know the word "no"
and everything is in order with speech - a speech therapist helped at one time
and our days pass in the areas of new buildings
and it's a shame that every third person whines in his life
I didn’t go to my dad, he made plans for me
but they are not for me. I'm too stubborn