It always takes me too much time To get to know who is who Because I can’t remember faces well Just what’s written in their tattoos And it turns out in the fuckin' end That all the brothers from the hood Are just like fuckin’ shadows man Attached to the backs of very few Who speak their minds to make a change Not to drown in shit again Killing comfort zone? That’s strange... Fuckin’ weirdos - that’s the best name... So next time before you say a thing Just take a look on the walls If you can see some shadows figures Just forget it... You are gone