When I was a young kid I was growing up in the shit I was born in bad flat, it was scary in it But I knew that you all, everything in the world Would be Ok and I won't live in badness. Yo, man, just look at the sky! Don't you see anything that you would like? Yes, I agree that we live in the shit, That we live with some fools, our life is a course It was difficult to see for me, but once one men said to me: "Don't take care of this. Our life is a quiz, Who is strongest, test, who is right Who is the leader, who won't be tired." "I don't like people. They are not good. I want to eat. give me some food" - Says one kind person, lives near my home. He hasn't money, hasn't anything own. Life is sad for him, but he's only grown-up. Life is bad for him, but he never gives up. He says to me how hard is our life. His parents died when he was only five. Now he must live in this motherfuckin' world alone. Where are you, God? Where are you, fate? He doesn't want to die. He wanna cry. He want to live. Just likely live. Live in this world and to enjoy. He hopes his life will be happy, won't be bad and full of lie. Sometimes he can not understand is he want live or wanna die. But what is wish? What is the hope? I was very happy in 1994. I was only 3, motherfucker that time And I hadn't done, motherfucker, any crime yet. I was happy that time because everybody was still alive. But soon they died. Very big load Felt down straight on my young back. But, certainly, I understood, I must improve this fuckin' world. Man, don't afraid of God. Ok, but what should I do first of all? The thing I like to do best of all? Ok, maybe, but I don't know: to be or not to be at all. God, please, give me advice. If not - Ok, tell me your price Or give me a chance. Please, God. That my first request I do, livin' in this world. I want to thank God, he helped me to survive And protected me whole my life. When I was alone And angry at my life he took my soul And put it on the right way. Thank you. Thank you. Do you hear me?