For those who were involved in this
And all of this they never forget
For those who sought for the rest
And gave away a plate of food

For those who suffered an arrest
From those who mess with you all your life
For those who said I protest
And wanted to find a way out

For those who spent many nights
To enjoy sooner or later
For those who went to look for a car
Despite investigating their brother

For those who are with the police
For undercover who abuse children
To those who saw how the years passed
And over time everything caused harm

For those who are in the four walls
And don't live in the world of networks
And no matter how many problems there are, they come out
Sooner or later everything is possible

For those who are still inside
And listen to my songs with the TV
For those who spent time in the center
They know it hurts inside

For the one who saw his mother crying
For being involved in bad things
And really the only thing he is wishing for
Is to give her an expensive life

For those who were put in for no reason
Or those who received bullets
In money many are good
And without anything, there are none in the bad

For the one who says, "Hey officer
I don't cooperate, I don't trust"
As Morad said to all the people
We throw snitches into a river

For those who come to the spot all day
And say to me, "Are you the one who sings?"
For those who found a matter
In the street, involved until late

In the street, friendships don't exist
In problems, few are worth it
Uah-ah-ah-ah
For the street boys

(And for Vato)
(And for Beny)
(For the snitches-uoh)
(Those who seek money)

(For the one who makes a living)
(Never forgets his mother)
(For the one who never wanted to be a cop)
(And woke up without a plate of food)

From the street, it's from the street
It's from the street, ah-ah-ah
Street boy, it's from the street
It's from the street, ah-ah-ah-ah

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