(LSD) Ah

Mom is in distress
Block full of worries
Cooking the powder
Scars hidden
Nothing gets brighter here
But it's normal here
We keep silent in front of mother
But die of torment
Choya, where do we end up?
The end is near, the goal so far
The snitch unfortunately wrote my name on it
Trust is good, but unfortunately not fair
The block is so gray
Too many years Bobby trusted the wrong ones
Wah, wah, wah, wah

What if only the voicemail reaches you?
What if your brother turns away from you?
Do you hear the misery in the quarter? The area confuses you
Are you also torn apart inside?
By Allah completely, everything lost
Even (?) is lied here
They say: "D, put your money in drugs
And take a detour from the legal ways"
They don't grant you anything, yes
Except that you fall, or you face it, by Allah politics, Taz
Once around the world or country in cells, yes, I know the tricks (tricks)
Yes, I know the tricks, brother, everything is fucked, they don't grant you anything
They don't grant you anything
And it's getting worse
Mom you know, there are no winners in this block
Scars hidden, happiness already lost and everything is handicapped
Robbery, my brother has to go back in, into the too small room
And everything is getting worse

By Allah, oh mom, I'm still sorry
When is the soul finally freed?
Crises in the head and the hunger, it rises
When does all this finally end? Uh-oh-oh
Uh-oh-ohh

As if cursed
We walk through life
Choya, anger, accumulates in the stomach
I'm not doing well
Brothers are sitting, a fire burns in me
As if cursed
We walk through life
Choya, anger, accumulates in the stomach
I'm not doing well
Brothers are sitting, a fire burns in me
Ah-ah-aha-ah-ah

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