Street, street
This place is like home
SR tightens
And I'm short of breath
Mom, mom
She's worried and calls
Before I brought the troubles
That I got in the square
Street, street
This place is like home
SR tightens
And I'm short of breath
Mom, mom
She's worried and calls
Before I brought the troubles
That I got in the square

I'm the same one you looked at badly
Just because I went out in a tracksuit at night
I'm with the same ones in Via Algeri smoking
Now they ask for photos before only the grass
Mom still works every day
My friends still have trials
Ask about the gates and the green houses
About the bags and thefts in the apartments
Stories of prison, of lives on the edge
Of trusts with mothers in tears
Clean money before the investigation
But if it goes wrong, the anti-racket triggers
I've had enough of being in danger
Because the street took a friend from me
When the newspaper wrote an article about him
He packed his bag and then I never saw him again
They think it's normal to risk
A child at night sees his father go
Who brings home the money from the squares
If I pass now I hear the curve screaming

Street, street
This place is like home
SR tightens
And I'm short of breath
Street, street
This place is like home
SR tightens
And I'm short of breath
Mom, mom
She's worried and calls
Before I brought the troubles
That I got in the square

Paraffin gloves for 5k in clean pocket
Kids who make money with the ransom of mopeds
I have a friend who steals everything, who has new clothes every day
Who on the vehicle has no license and still thinks he's on a bike
I for Melo intest a sim, interceptions but it's not a movie
Inside the stairwells the bugs and those who do not make strength die like this
Angelo shoot them, load the machine gun
To protect my friends
From hell, from the street and from the devils
Who at night for two cents are at the arcades

Street, street
This place is like home
SR tightens
And I'm short of breath
Mom, mom
She's worried and calls
Before I brought the troubles
That I got in the square
Street, street
This place is like home
SR tightens
And I'm short of breath
Mom, mom
She's worried and calls
Before I brought the troubles
That I got in the square

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