Back on the street where it all began, where everything begins
Where anyone thought we would stay
Where many thought we would never return
But I could never turn my back on the ways that raised me
I've been to skyscrapers, hotels and luxury villas
Facades of tall empty buildings
In the squares of my neighborhood I can still hear the laughter
The cries of a child that sounds like me
All adversities with a smile
The screams of that boy who has it in for the world
For what was taken from him and what he was never given
Thoughts of the young man who collects all the pieces and builds a new day
For the marginalized, for the children of immigrants, for the different, for the strange
For those not to associate with, for the sluts, the junkies
For those who have fallen into ruin, for the sick, the prisoners, the victims
The bullied, the poor, single mothers and single mothers
For dead fathers and single fathers
For my land, where fallen comrades rest
To our fallen comrades, because life is more than this
Or maybe, because our life is just that
It is the path we represent, the bigger plan, the whole picture
Use my words however you want, this is for you
This will forever be your point of reference
Here you will find motivation, revenge, revenge
The desire of two young hustlers to prove to everyone that it is possible to do it
We are the voice of the street kids
Who go home in the evening and think about what to do with their lives
Plan, vision, manifest
What do you have to lose in this world?
Anyone who doesn't take risks has already lost
What will you do? Will you fight to the grave or will you let these bastards crush you?
We love the streets, we die for the streets
This is MOTIVATION 4 THE STREETZ