Täältä sinne [English translation]

I've walked these streets for a long time

and now many funny stories and tales about them I hold in my hand.

Then ended up in troubles, that amuses nowadays

and when we drink in these days we often return in the past

Hmm- whose idea it was to burn that forest?

"Uh-oh, didn't go as planned, guess we keep this as a secret then?"

Well, now I don't see those friends at Vantaa anymore,

I have new circles but you'll always belong in my childhood.

I'm working with a song about you, that's part of the responsibilities of the signed one.

This is material borrowed from the heart so you better get it: I've missed you, and I think that you too sometimes think those twins that always wrestled and wonder how their mother at least coped with them.

There always had to be action like in He-Man,

if we didn't come up with anything else we read the playbooks so we would have something to do.

Of course without forgetting the numbers of pick ups of friends.

Now I work these memories that pass by into rhymes

They are what they are, no need to clean them up

and I'm gonna make sure that people hear about them.

From here to there, and there to here.

While walking time has passed.

It makes me a bit sad,

but I'm keeping the memories with me today still. (x2)

When we moved to Lahti new circles were formed quickly.

Raptori was hot and MacGuiver fever was catching.

Everyone had short hair that was cool and we sported the mullet.

We were little kids until we opened the first boozes (mm.. good)

then secretly to the city with the big boys.

They promised to watch my back, and delivered.

When they passed the first joint, I tried -"Not my thing".

For a while I slept in the bushes, then I conquered that shit.

Friends stabilized and we always rolled like full ten.

The gang always rolled to the city to get drunk in holidays with bikes.

There were Jovi, Rundi, Karis and Megadisco,

then behind corner we emptied the bottles

and with rumble we entered and caused disdain.

It makes keeping order a bit harder when you have ten friends.

But those years weren't just hullaballoo, but for some reason those things first popped in my head again.

From here to there, and there to here.

While walking time has passed.

It makes me a bit sad,

but I'm keeping the memories with me today still. (x2)

And then everyone got interested in their own things,

when the road is clear in your head needless signs just distract you.

No others steal, work out, others make deals,

others get pussywhipped, I make rhymes.

Even if we have different interests, the friendship won't disappear.

When we in our own directions, trips made together start to get rare.

I don't see you guys in a same way I used to, we have been through this.

Guys thank you for your support, you have helped me to spit.

Now I have sparkle with this rap thing, I record, I do gig, I plot how to make asses shake.

I use my time in the hop, I have Pappa and Komeette with me.

Rap-guys of all kinds knock my door asking "can you help me out" -I'm not always in the mood for that, and for grumpy folks I won't answer at all.

I don't think all MC:s are one big fam, families take time to form and won't disappear for nothing.

From here to there, and there to here.

While walking time has passed.

It makes me a bit sad,

but I'm keeping the memories with me today still. (x2)

This goes to the fierces of Varisto. To the gang of Matari. This goes to the 5th. To guys at the hall. This goes to all my gentlemen from here to there.