Mina områden [English translation]

Kids smoking pot outside the youth center

The tweaker is picking one of the locks

My buddy's mother is hiding the Systembolaget*-bag

Welcome to my areas

I swear everyone around here's stuck in the psychosis

In and out, out and in from kriminalvården**

As if the politicians forgot the postal code

Welcome to my areas

Look at my old areas, where normal is the fool

In my building entrances, man's suppressing the pain with drugs

With needles that could mean death

There's thaismack*** flowing out here in children's veins

In my areas, the code is the law book

That from time to time creates headlines

When hit soldier's death screaming "critics leave me be"

And stop sneaking looks at me, man, look at the politicians

There's social cannibalism out here, who's the cynic?

I'm seeing children's lives being ruined

In front of hopeless mothers who can't do anything

What? Are they gonna lock their children inside or stop giving birth?

Polticians always want to see and hear but never ever do

They shrug, like "what are we going to do?"

Unprivileged, I'm down here crawling

That which I'm not suppressing with drugs, I suppress with wrath

In my areas with the cannon right beside

Kids smoking pot outside the youth center

The tweaker is picking one of the locks

My buddy's mother is hiding the Systembolaget*-bag

Welcome to my areas

I swear everyone around here's stuck in the psychosis

In and out, out and in from kriminalvården**

As if the politicians forgot the postal code

Welcome to my areas

Yo, the street became my teacher

The weight of exclusion, didn't know how to carry it

It was incoherent impulses that controlled me

Cope, the one who cope can

It was then the street took my hand

I only followed the stream, wanted to get ashore

Wanted to trick faith, born on the wrong side of town

I was sentenced to lose

So I gambled hard, tried to enlarge the chances

In Jordbro's blocks with a crowbar and a ski mask

Threatened by cops, risked many years

And I knew how it could end: life or on a stretcher

And we're chasing the ghetto dream till the last drop

Swallowed by KVV** in between crimes

In my areas, the helicopter circulates

Shots, crime, coke and graffiti on the concrete

Kids smoking pot outside the youth center

The tweaker is picking one of the locks

My buddy's mother is hiding the Systembolaget*-bag

Welcome to my areas

I swear everyone around here's stuck in the psychosis

In and out, out and in from kriminalvården**

As if the politicians forgot the postal code

Welcome to my areas

I meet a lil' boy saying "I go hard so I don't give a shit"

Lil' boy asks for tips on getting rich

Personally, I'm just tired and reflecting upon my life

Lil' boy young and hungry, seeing everything from a different perspective

To take his chance, let it be so, my soul is now tired

My memories revolve around all the people who have died

Have kissed dead bodies, some riddled with bullet holes

Trying to process the summary of all the hard years that have passed

I feel like an old limping dog

Scarred, who always did right and never backed down

Street dog who followed the code and never talked

An old dog who've learned how to sit

My son's upbringing I've missed in the cell

Nothing's on a tab, have had to pay

Even seen my girl leave

Life is a bitch, but I'm fighting that bitch to the end

Kids smoking pot outside the youth center

The tweaker is picking one of the locks

My buddy's mother is hiding the Systembolaget*-bag

Welcome to my areas

I swear everyone around here's stuck in the psychosis

In and out, out and in from kriminalvården**

As if the politicians forgot the postal code

Welcome to my areas