Born in chains, born in the agony
build a house, raise a kid and plant the tree
Have to sell my life to live
What else should i give
to let me breathe?
Got up in box, made a breakfast
Put on suit, have polished shackles' rust
another day of my unlife
Maybe i should just...
work hard.
Ciggarete's smoke is blinding my eyes
It makes me cry, not idolize
Stay in your backyard,
Better admire the stars
If you can see them through the clouds of bank cards