Mina områden [English translation]
Mina områden [English translation]
Kids smoking pot outside the youth center
The tweaker is picking one of the locks
My buddy's mother is hiding the Systembolaget*-bag
Welcome to my areas
I swear everyone around here's stuck in the psychosis
In and out, out and in from kriminalvården**
As if the politicians forgot the postal code
Welcome to my areas
Look at my old areas, where normal is the fool
In my building entrances, man's suppressing the pain with drugs
With needles that could mean death
There's thaismack*** flowing out here in children's veins
In my areas, the code is the law book
That from time to time creates headlines
When hit soldier's death screaming "critics leave me be"
And stop sneaking looks at me, man, look at the politicians
There's social cannibalism out here, who's the cynic?
I'm seeing children's lives being ruined
In front of hopeless mothers who can't do anything
What? Are they gonna lock their children inside or stop giving birth?
Polticians always want to see and hear but never ever do
They shrug, like "what are we going to do?"
Unprivileged, I'm down here crawling
That which I'm not suppressing with drugs, I suppress with wrath
In my areas with the cannon right beside
Kids smoking pot outside the youth center
The tweaker is picking one of the locks
My buddy's mother is hiding the Systembolaget*-bag
Welcome to my areas
I swear everyone around here's stuck in the psychosis
In and out, out and in from kriminalvården**
As if the politicians forgot the postal code
Welcome to my areas
Yo, the street became my teacher
The weight of exclusion, didn't know how to carry it
It was incoherent impulses that controlled me
Cope, the one who cope can
It was then the street took my hand
I only followed the stream, wanted to get ashore
Wanted to trick faith, born on the wrong side of town
I was sentenced to lose
So I gambled hard, tried to enlarge the chances
In Jordbro's blocks with a crowbar and a ski mask
Threatened by cops, risked many years
And I knew how it could end: life or on a stretcher
And we're chasing the ghetto dream till the last drop
Swallowed by KVV** in between crimes
In my areas, the helicopter circulates
Shots, crime, coke and graffiti on the concrete
Kids smoking pot outside the youth center
The tweaker is picking one of the locks
My buddy's mother is hiding the Systembolaget*-bag
Welcome to my areas
I swear everyone around here's stuck in the psychosis
In and out, out and in from kriminalvården**
As if the politicians forgot the postal code
Welcome to my areas
I meet a lil' boy saying "I go hard so I don't give a shit"
Lil' boy asks for tips on getting rich
Personally, I'm just tired and reflecting upon my life
Lil' boy young and hungry, seeing everything from a different perspective
To take his chance, let it be so, my soul is now tired
My memories revolve around all the people who have died
Have kissed dead bodies, some riddled with bullet holes
Trying to process the summary of all the hard years that have passed
I feel like an old limping dog
Scarred, who always did right and never backed down
Street dog who followed the code and never talked
An old dog who've learned how to sit
My son's upbringing I've missed in the cell
Nothing's on a tab, have had to pay
Even seen my girl leave
Life is a bitch, but I'm fighting that bitch to the end
Kids smoking pot outside the youth center
The tweaker is picking one of the locks
My buddy's mother is hiding the Systembolaget*-bag
Welcome to my areas
I swear everyone around here's stuck in the psychosis
In and out, out and in from kriminalvården**
As if the politicians forgot the postal code
Welcome to my areas
- Artist:Kartellen
- Album:Ånger & Kamp