Текст песни Roki Small - Искренность намерений

Through the city streets to the beat
My head hurts - there is trouble,
After all, we are not the same, not the same!
I'm somewhere here, you-there!
The world is not on three whales
This makes me so sad!
Claws grab the reality ... Isn't she a crab?
Living a new day, again stepped on the rake!
Robbed! The fucking game? I wouldn't be happy with her
Life is a lottery where few people beat bingo!
Knock out wedges with a wedge,
A black spot on a white sheet
White crow in flocks of black birds
Like Yin and Yang!
This smoke is poison ... There are bolts in the eyes again ...
I am young and healthy, but killed again, uncle!
And I'm not one of those who are in power, ksiv and bubble!
And I'm not one of those who are beautiful on the gelding,
There are countless gods, I don't believe them anymore,
And I believe in my brother, in his sincerity of intentions!
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In these concrete enclosures, it’s hard like a gallery
Bitches without faith are hiding behind the beauty of manners!
Treason, foreign exchange, where is the sincerity?
It's a shame ... after all, such a life is at the time for rats, not us!