To all of my brothers, salaam
Salaam to all of my brothers
To all of my brothers, salaam
Salaam to all of my brothers
Kicking into the store, letting out the store
I have thousands of reasons for this
At least I'm tired from the pictures on our streets
Poverty and Themis are blasphemy
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
To all of my brothers, salaam
Salaam to all of my brothers
To all of my brothers, salaam
Salaam to all of my brothers
The one who asked to take a pic with me was the first lieutenant
I'm tired of searching for some job
I only woke up everyday, but I'm already worn out
20000 every month, or face 20 years behind the cell
The sensation doesn't leave, my life's rewinded
Dreaming for 21 years — and I'm already at the scaffold
To be honest, I don't know, what I am woven from
But it looks like, there's more in me, than a bottle of vodka
Aaah, they'll kill you in love
To know everything about life, the ABC book was enough for them
Joker on the sleeve, so fuck the king
Bullet in the head divides the brain in fractions
I'm shooting at the knees to make me laugh
I'm the face and voice of the generation, kill me
I take strolls til round the clock while being in love with the smell of the mask
I have lifetime, I'm not afraid of anything
Kicking into the store, letting out the store
I have thousands of reasons for this
At least I'm tired from the pictures on our streets
Poverty and Themis are blasphemy
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
To all of my brothers, salaam
Salaam to all of my brothers
To all of my brothers, salaam
Salaam to all of my brothers
The taste of metal in the mouth, what now?
Knife right in the neck to hell, what now?
Still we're all in hell, what now?
Want my head?
Should've said that earlier
Life's a penny, like a battery
Charged, shortened AK singing like a flute
All my feelings are the laugh in the face of death
Kicking into the store — thirty holes
Who do you think you are to judge me, mortal?
Remember that we've got only the supreme judge
Your mother's the corruption, our mother is hope
But to you it's all just Bentley, but to us to the camps
No, I won't confess my fault to you
Spear under the ribs and may they beat me up
My father awaits me at the gates of heaven
But for now it's 105th, 162nd
To all of my brothers, salaam
Salaam to all of my brothers
To all of my brothers, salaam
Salaam to all of my brothers
Kicking into the store, letting out the store
I have thousands of reasons for this
At least I'm tired from the pictures on our streets
Poverty and Themis are blasphemy
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next
Brr, don't give a fuck what'll happen next