Bedoes & Lanek - Opowieści z doliny smoków

[verse 1: Bedoes]
Four grams of ganja per head
Four balaclavas per head (ganja)
They're praying, that they won't rush into a moment before when finagling equipment
They aren't gangsters but brother got stabbed (for stupid reason)
Wrong place and time are the embryo
One holds the pepper spray, the second scythe, the third club, and the driver in the stash has a gas gun just in case
A common friend tipped off, where lives this guy
Yaris drives up, where lives this guy
The night will be hard, where lives this guy
Mercy them passed, already she isn't here today.
Time for revenge
They see him on the bench, drinks a brew with five guys from the blocks
They see, that are more, zero fear neithter shock
They're leads them by a wish for revenge
They get off without a word and rush into by surprise
Someone screams, someone hits, someone defends, someone escapes, someone stabs, someone strangles, someone kicks, someone shoots,
Nobody planned it, but finally someone dies

[chorus: Bedoes]
It's from these benches, streets, blocks
Among brothers, sisters, enemies
Among dough, poverty and broken homes
Every day we pray, homie
Story from the Valley of the Dragons
It's from these benches, streets, blocks
Among brothers, sisters, enemies
Among dough, poverty and broken homes
Every day we pray, homie
Story from the Valley of the Dragons

[verse 2: Bedoes]
-Speak the fuck or you won't leave,
-I'll not tell you anything, you fucking copper
-Do you really want to waste your life?
-I live for the gang, you fucking copper
He told him as befits, because in his vein flows loyalty
It's because of the driver that is dead, but he hopes the pigs they'ill not crack on
The rest were also few talkative, except this, which he himself take a scythe
They were going to avenge him, but he couldn't bear it, he had too weak head
And says this one, which then driving:
-Please, let me out to my mom, I'll enter into deal,
I'll tell you who, when and how, only let me come back to home, don't tell anyone
-Okay, I won't tell anyone
The policeman laughed and slammed the door
And the driver went to do time
Including the informer
I wish so much to find peace in myself, when I look at the matter from the side
And I thank God then I had only cock

[chorus:Bedoes]
It's from these benches, streets, blocks
Among brothers, sisters, enemies
Among dough, poverty and broken homes
Every day we pray, homie
Story from the Valley of the Dragons
It's from these benches, streets, blocks
Among brothers, sisters, enemies
Among dough, poverty and broken homes
Every day we pray, homie
Story from the Valley of the Dragons

[Outro:Bedoes]
(Ganja)
Four grams of ganja per head
Four balaclavas per head (ganja)
It's from these benches
I live for the gang, you fucking copper
Someone screams, someone hits, someone defends, someone escapes (for stupid reason)
(Ganja)
Story from the Valley of the Dragons

[Acapella: Bedoes}
Four grams of ganja per head
Four balaclavas per head (ganja)