Chada - Na Tych Osiedlach 2

1.Not one at these blocks knows sleepless night
Here you are stealing or you are trading, you are lending cash to the per cent
People from the street are flying with the Polish carrion
Parents aren't asking where from they have a jewellery
These are these stories, with family from your block
Here community in windows and dogs all along the way
You feel anxiety because dragged the brother for you
You will see him back at home after a few years
Simple girls behind goods are taking into the mouth
They are dreaming of new shoes, silicone breast implantses
Company blouses and shining earrings
As compatriot you don't have cash, even not after you are touching
Still "for the sake of the Father" you are repeating for yourself in your heart of hearts
Steps on stairs, phone on the wire tap
You must be vigilant, because you can say goodbye
With this entire fucked life on these housing estates

Ref.
I welcome you to these housing estates compatriot
Here you don't trust yourself, let alone for somebody
On these housing estates amongst pain and suffering
You are clenching your fist, because a lot you have for the execution
I welcome you to these housing estates compatriot
Here you don't trust yourself, let alone for somebody
On these housing estates he is giving rise to the fight
Because here, how many enemies you have is a measurement of success

2.
On these housing estates there is no room for thrills
Here the fate is able to write the heaviest scripts
Still he is how is, don't ask me why
Whether you want, whether no, still you are regarded as the guilty
Types from under the shop are saving up then again for the wine
And the compatriot mixt what he had had, with the creatine
By day boys still are cutting the car park
During the evening then again they will happen to reach for balaclavas
What you worry, up to everything's under control
Beneath the block they are dumping vodka and are sipping with Cola
Some obituary notice on the cage it is no novelty
Really compatriot, I love that's all, I am giving my word for you
Kolo is laughing, although tomorrow is going by weight
Each of my coyotes in an eternal conflict with law
We are doing well, we are treading on this land
How he will come as for what it, everyone we are dumb

Ref.
I welcome you to these housing estates compatriot
Here you don't trust yourself, let alone for somebody
On these housing estates amongst pain and suffering
You are clenching your fist, because a lot you have for the execution
I welcome you to these housing estates compatriot
Here you don't trust yourself, let alone for somebody
On these housing estates he is giving rise to the fight
Because here, how many enemies you have is a measurement of success

3.
God is saving our life, already proved it
On these housing estates he/she is reaching with night for the felony
(click cklack - shot) and is after the case
compatriot is saving up for bails, neighbour from the cage for the treatment
Yesterday here he was still, today it isn't with us
AT fell into it along with windows and the door
We know all complaints, and illnesses of these blocks
Everyone already from the kid whirled one's aside
This is one brother second urged such goods
That that for three days could not strangle the word
Every day concrete drinks thousands of tears
And drowning is getting hold of not a razor, only a phone
Kolo isn't giving him advice, but shame to admit
Instead of in a home of one's own, it is waking up on chambers
A long time ago no longer he has perpetrators, motives remained
You can search with the candle of the ones to the truth honest.