Vent Og Se [English translation]

Here in our neighborhood we're used to fighting

Homie, hold your head high

We aren't allowed to dream, ones like us, no

But we say want and see

Wait and see

Wait and see

As soon as we have just a little

The whole world will see

Wait and see

Wait and see

As soon as we have just a little

We come from Vestegnen (1)

And we're kids of the suburbs

Line A can take you here

But not below the surface

Because we grew up here

Where one's not a kid for long

Where we collect bottles for cigarettes

And the bottles are bought with child support

We come from broken homes

So we gather in the neighborhood

And paint our name on a wall

So the world can see that we existed

And it's a weird form of materialism

But here they know what I mean

When I see, that my holy cross

Is a logo with three stripes

You can see me on the playground

In my cousin's old clothes

We pretend to be gangsters and drug dealers

Where they hang out and smoke

Maybe it was his BMW

His money or the girl on his arm

But I have known as long as I can remember

That when I'm grown up, I want to be like him, because

If we shine, then the world sees us

My success won't be camouflaged

I'll lift weights and get tattoos

Because there are so few reserved seats

The church things that they can free us

But religion for a suburban kid

Has never been faith, hope, and love

But money, power, and respect

Here in our neighborhood we're used to fighting

Homie, hold your head high

We aren't allowed to dream, ones like us, no

But we say want and see

Wait and see

Wait and see

As soon as we have just a little

The whole world will see

Wait and see

Wait and see

As soon as we have just a little

Home in time for De Unge Mødre (2)

For selling coke, fines for stupidity

We have the hoods up over our heads

We have asphalt under our feet

We walk in Louis Vuitton

Even though we live in concrete

We are always late

A whole season

But if you want anything

You can just come

We run from the law

Like a marathon

On the basketball court

In Air Force Ones

Jump for the basket

How high can you get?

For me, rap was a lottery ticket

Because without it, I would've been invisible

And my ghetto passport would've expired

I would've been hit by thunder and lighting

Stole for the clothes I went to the city in

But I knew some of Tupac's lyrics

So when I rapped, they'd listen

The only white boy the gangs loved

So yeah, there was rap in my notebook

And that was my start

Searching for fame

Eminem's words, Tupac's ghost

It fills me up, I'm chasing the feeling

When I get on the stage, I'm not alone

I can hear Burhan G say

"Anker, do it for us.

They said, we wouldn't amount to anything.

But we did"

The three stripes use

Are religion for a suburban kid

It isn't the father, the son, and the holy ghost here

But money, power, and respect

Here in our neighborhood we're used to fighting

Homie, hold your head high

We aren't allowed to dream, ones like us, no

But we say want and see

Wait and see

Wait and see

As soon as we have just a little

The whole world will see

Wait and see

Wait and see

As soon as we have just a little

I used to say

Another day

I'll return

I'll let them all see

When I'm rolling down the street in my new BMW

I used to say

Another day

I'll return

I'll let them all see

When I'm rolling down the street in my new BMW

When I'm rolling down the street in my new BMW

• Artist:Ankerstjerne