They've always wanted to steal our freedom
And clip the wings of all prideful birds
We had to learn one unpleasant wisdom
There's no more pain than unspoken words
Street dogs have manners and feel the beauty
They keep their word and don't wanna bark
Since breaking walls has been our duty
Our second nature is being sharp
Temptation heads to misleading answers
And when we tear all the chains and ropes
I'll raise a toast for my fellow gangstaz
Inside their hearts there's a place for hope
Freedom
© Copyright: Ник Уинтерсон, 2023
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