Текст песни T1One - Фристайл

Gray weekdays
For your window every day people
From work, to work
Very low flights, and inaccessible heights
Little salary, low incomes

Words of misunderstanding bullets are you at the wall
What do people achieve what truth
Scoring you in the angle and your dreams
According to the result, parents, passersby, friends, enemies
Yes we will never be equal
I want freedom, and you rap system sake
Shit people score brains
If you do not pick you with them, be sure
People Worms in the Talking of World War
If you want my life, come
I didn't get better when I became good
According to passersby, apparent
But in confidence that securely protected
True sounds so I went, I remember the past
And I feel sickly about the future and maybe
Your empty wallet and this lie

This lie, in these windows every night