I have neither money nor knowledge.
Even the future is completely dark.
From the moment I was born into this city
There's no future.
Is there any light?
Maybe it's out there somewhere.
But I'm still lost, in a maze.
Whichever road I take, every turn ends at a dead end.
The shattered windows echo with the cries of a baby.
This ghetto.
I'm seriously about to puke.
We break out toward what lies ahead.
But I still can't break out.
As if inside an eggshell
Trapped in total darkness.
Darkness, gloom, junkies everywhere.
There's no staying sober here.
Everyone's wary and paranoid.
That's a trap, this is a trap.
Then we must first protect ourselves.
At least I've got to take care of my own body, ay.
Trickery and deceit.
The deadline: killing each other.
There's no end in sight.
I want to break out of this chain of negativity.
No matter what means I have to use.
I'll crawl my way up from here and show you.
Get out of my way.
Here I go (it's my turn)
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Yeah, that's right.
But drugs are bullshit.
Words, not bullets.
Rapping is the only weapon.
A talent you're continually honing.
Always aiming for the best.
That's the only answer that can break this shell.
Guns and drugs are, after all, only a momentary fix.
On the other hand, sinking deeper into the swamp and breaking apart is worse, uh.
More than that, the only weapon is
It's gotta be this one, after all.
Spit days, believing in words, pounding them into the beats.
If the future is dark,
I'll light it up, I don't mind.
Polish up that shell and those walls until they're smooth.
Break through it all with the weapon.