Paktofonika - Czas

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Yo man, had a dream just the other night,
Took the trash out, streets had no light.
They were there, eyes wide, high on speed,
Didn’t check faces – you feel me? No need.

Ain’t tryna sneak through the hood in fear,
One dude – jail time, face real clear.
Damn, they say my name, it hits,
Other one’s asking for my lighter, no wits.

Legs go weak, no soul in his eyes,
Adrenaline hits like a hundred lies.
Still, I hand it over, start to retreat,
Playing weak in front of wolves on the street.

Thinking: stay cool, you’re in control,
Step one – they don’t know your role.
Step two – break the lock in haste,
Boot hits, glass breaks, no time to waste.

Hear the sirens, might not live to see dawn,
Run or talk? Time to put the game on.
“Yo, I got 150, maybe more,”
Silence. “Two bills and a week, or war.”

Shit, where I’m supposed to get that cash?
Whole thing’s messed up, moving too fast.
No sleep, morning’s creeping in,
Calling fam – “Yo, need help, I’m kin.”

“Sure, no lie.” – “Alright, thanks.”
Even she wouldn’t bet a hand on my pranks.
That bitch won’t even hit my line,
You feel what’s up? ‘Cause I’m losing mine.

Bro, my world’s crashing, falling flat,
"Yeah, right," 8 AM, whole crew out back.
Hood intel started spreading the word,
By 11 AM, I knew what I heard.

By late afternoon, things were in place,
Who had the guns, who moved with grace.
I found this girl Magda, you might know,
Told her, “I'm deep in shit, it’s a heavy blow.”

Asked her if she knew who made the mess,
She said, “Give me time,” nothing less.
Came back quick, gave me an address,
Her man went in, came out in distress.

Some pretty boy carried him on his kicks,
He got beat down, real dirty tricks.
Took the highway, wild ride,
Almost crashed twice before I arrived.

Looked like a dream – place was fly,
Dope house, big Beamer parked outside.
Looks could kill, but I ain't no fool,
These dudes hold power, they set the rule.

Their hands in deals, pulling the strings,
People vanish, like they grew wings.
I ain't going in, not on my own,
Unless we got a pitbull faster than a chrome.

My homie said “Word,” as the gate creaked,
I wanted to yell “Don’t shoot!” heart peaked.
Thought it was death, or maybe a beating,
Cameras flashing, whole scene repeating.

My life rewound before my eyes,
Then she came – like from the skies.
Angela, billionaire’s girl in leather,
Smiling, stepping like she owned the weather.

Angela, rich without her wallet,
Shopping spree queen, no need to call it.
Man, time froze for me and my bro,
We followed her ride, kept it low.

She went to OBI, weird-ass spot,
Two other chicks – silent plot.
This deer, or a dummy, got the call,
Police alert – BMW took a fall.

I'm alone now, gotta think real wise,
Mission’s on, gotta claim the prize.
Told her “Let’s go somewhere and eat,”
“Someplace cheap, cool, and discreet.”

“Please, I’ll show you my flat,
It got robbed, it’s messed up bad.”
“Friday” carved right on my wall,
No clue why, or who made the call.

“That’s real babe, swear on my name,
I’m scared they’ll hurt me, or mom – same.”
“This ain’t no joke, no dumb trick,
Let’s move before that guy gets slick.”

She stood up, dressed real quick,
We dipped out in her friend’s Nissan whip.
Like a rally ride, speeding through,
Like on some wild-ass rescue crew.

Angelika stepped out, boys whistled loud,
But I asked myself, “Why this crowd?”
She’s fire in boots, but her guy’s a brute,
So hide your dick, don’t play cute.

Don’t even dream of touching that frame,
She’s got her rules, this ain’t no game.
She calls “Hey, dad” on her Nokia device,
I hear his “no” – cold as ice.

The world spins fast, like a fan,
She asks how I am, I’m barely a man.
I say what I feel – fear, raw and deep,
Like a fist in the chest, no words to speak.

She’s texting fast, I’m losing pace,
Ten minutes in – Beamer’s in place.
Her dog licked his face, that creepy guy,
Her driver – tatted, built, dead in the eye.

Passenger seat – my friend just chillin’,
They stepped out – one door ain’t willin’.
"Hey Angela, what's good?" said both of them,
Final scene now – no mayhem.

Feel like a movie – action on cue,
Streets full of smoke, Beamer flew.
Straight as a line, we rode for revenge,
Me, hot Angela, her beast in the Benz.

And her 9mm of pure diplomacy,
One more thing – in case it’s too foggy:
It’s always 'bout money or ass,
Know that truth – and let it pass.

Elevator – floor one, then four,
He kicked the door in, straight to war.
Two punches – bone cracked through,
I puked... that’s one thing I knew.

He only stopped when rib three broke,
I cried, when the guy, through blood, spoke.
He wrote down a number – with pain so raw,
Contact for the one who gave the law.

In the car I just wished for sleep,
Nightlife in the city cuts real deep.
But wait – what the hell’s this blunder?
That number... it’s my old fuckin’ number.

To be continued...