Текст песни Жека - тюрма

And I probably had no more than 20,
when in the courtroom, mom hugged crying
Father said, leave him, he can go
about parenting will tell you a little,
We brought up the street,
We were brought up by the elders
someone reads for love who is for life
the tramps will become kings, and it does not matter how to become
Kohl Bitch at noon with a human court, the children's departure
and you will shoot me mom my soul hooligan
And you forgive me for the fact that I father is so stubborn
prison is not a temple, sins not let go, and the zack is not God for those actions do not forgive the soul
And do not seem to do with the legal deny,
Stay Mountain for your neighbors, and not when you do not forget, about mother and father, you brought us on only the street.