The Terradome - Teknical Development.is, Figub Brazlevic, DJ Educut

Hit the bottle drink the pain away

I write this for the ones on the run

Their running from them self

Or stuck in the crime?

they trap by the grip of the beast

Here’s a question for the ones in the streets

Pack a strap quick to kill each other, scared to kill corrupt Police

One of the same different sides of the roads

Life is life everyone’s goes the body drops we move along

And for the youth learn to recognize beyond the faces of your closest/ I beg

these words never fall on deaf ears

Iʼm speaking from experience

Ain’t no turning back

I lost a brother from another Mother

Murdered by the act of those family tight

Lifeʼs a bitch, stuck on all fours

Stand the fuck up, walk the pavements of life that you create Sometimes the

edge is close

Old thoughts knocking on the door

The type that make you want to hold the hands of revenge

Trying to kill stress

War with self

Canʼt step in the light

Hard to focus when the everyday feels like the night

Fires of internal hells when we close our eyes

Trapped by the lust and fears

Hard to live the vision of love

For those who look in disgust

Fuck your life and try live theirs

Poverty grips the core of their souls

Welcome to the homes, severe depression

Broken minds, broken parents, broken children

Mental disease controlled by the fix

Many hidden hands lost in the shade

Found in the spark

Mental change find your will to survive

Retaliate but always measure what happens next

Life or the grave?

Speaking from the place, no rights or wrongs

Do what you must

Run the Planet kicking up dust

Life to short?

Change the length

Building from your side

Crime pays ask the government

Stupid questions when you wonder why

The youth with no aim do what they do

No love since birth, feel this love in these words