Mina områden [English translation]

Kids smoke dope outside the playground,

Tjackisen* stand and worship something made out of locks,

The dude's mother hides a bag of liquor,

Welcome to my world

I swear everyone out here is stuck in psychosis,

In and out, out and in of prison,

Just like the politicians forgot the postal code,

Welcome to my world,

Look at my hometown, where normal is crazy,

In my gates, man suppresses the pain with drugs,

With syringes that can lead to death,

It's Thaismack* that flows out here

In the child's veins, in my world,

Codes, lawbooks make headlines every now and then,

Then find the soldiers, dead, screaming,

Leave me critics, and stopp staring at me man,

Look at the politices, the social cannibalism out here, who are cynical,

The children's lives will be destroyed,

In front of hopeless mothers who can't do anything,

Are they going to lock up the kids or stop feeding them?

Politicians always want to see and here but never touch,

Shake them by their shoulders like "what are we gonna do?"

Overpriveleged so I crawl down here,

What I didn't suppress with drugs, I supressed with anger,

In my world, with a gun next to you

Kids smoke dope outside the playground,

Tjackisen* stand and worship something made out of locks,

The dude's mother hides a bag of liquor,

Welcome to my world

I swear everyone out here is stuck in psychosis,

In and out, out and in of prison,

Just like the politicians forgot the postal code,

Welcome to my world,

Ey yo, the street became my teacher,

Except for the weight, which I didn't know how to carry

I was ruled by irrational impulses,

Those who can fend for themselves survive

It was then that the street took my hand,

I just followed the stream, wanted to come ashore,

Wanted to cheat fate, born on the wrong side of town,

I was doomed to lose,

So I gambled fate, tried to increase my chances,

The Earth Bros. quartet with a crowbar and a hoodie

Hated by the cops, risked many years,

I knew how it would end, either life or on a stretcher,

We chase the ghetto dream, to the last drop

Engulfed by KVV between crimes,

In my world, circled by helicopters

Gunshots, fractions, cocaine and graffiti on the pavement,

Kids smoke dope outside the playground,

Tjackisen* stand and worship something made out of locks,

The dude's mother hides a bag of liquor,

Welcome to my world

I swear everyone out here is stuck in psychosis,

In and out, out and in of prison,

Just like the politicians forgot the postal code,

Welcome to my world,

Meet the little kid's girlfriend, running as fast as shit (?)

The little kid asks for tips on how to get rich,

I myself am just too tired and I reflect on life,

The little kid is young and hungry, sees everything from a different perspective,

To take his chance, let it be so,

My soul is now tired, and my memories revolve around people who have died,

Have kissed dead bodies, some pelted by bullets,

Trying to process everything that happened these past hard years,

I feel like a lame old mutt,

Scarred, who always did the right thing and never backed down,

Street dogs that followed the rules and never talked,

An old dog who has learned to sit,

My son's upbringing, I missed while in the cell,

Nothing here on the chalk (?) has payed off,

Also seen my guzz gitta (?), life is a bitch

I wage war on the bitch, until the very end,

Kids smoke dope outside the playground,

Tjackisen* stand and worship something made out of locks,

The dude's mother hides a bag of liquor,

Welcome to my world

I swear everyone out here is stuck in psychosis,

In and out, out and in of prison,

Just like the politicians forgot the postal code,

Welcome to my world,

Kids smoke dope outside the playground,

Tjackisen* stand and worship something made out of locks,

The dude's mother hides a bag of liquor,

Welcome to my world