:fire: 2:33 - 3:00 :fire:
They said I stole or I'm a king with a crown of thorns on my head,
the spies sit and are snooping of our deeds, their ears like Bugs Bunny.
Not funny, not funny is the situation in my city,
we grew up to syringes, packs and bullet casings.
Crushed families, crushed country, crushed dreams,
have you gone to bed hungry at night, praying that someone watches over you (ahmein).
My LORD, keep me from my friends, I'll face my enemies alone, I know that I'm stronger than before!