Persecuted and hunted by the police Shotguns and bombs blazing your eyes An addiction becomes transgression And they will deliver the cure with despair
Suffocated for a compulsion Poverty and drugs burning your lung The somke takes them to another place No one would face this living hell
Choked (by) seclusion HIdden (with) repulsion
Can’t these people realize The solution is not victimize
The hand that guide the brutaliyy Wounds for money cleaning the streets The problem of abandon Should not be solved with more injure
The mistreatment of authority It has a reason to please the rich They want to profit with our city Even with death as consequence Can’t these people realize The solution is not victimize Products of a violent state That are waiting to exhale
For those who born in gutters Choice is a mean illusion The abhorrence they know all time Is now the reason to end their lives