Kali - King Kong

Ghetto, in the eyes appears a ghetto
Who cursed us from the birth to the death
Who sentenced us to this cross, to this stigma
A mute scream reverberates empty through hell
Day, next day fades into shadow, and i want to live
Here worthily, be huge as a billboard
This gene, street gene, in me big as oxygen
I want to love, but i can destroy as King Kong
Ghetto carves faces with tears like Geppetto
This forbidden sector, don't look what's underneath
The weak will kneel, blow up like baloons. Cops are Using a detector, tire untill you sing like Jackson
They want to persuade us that this is our home, talk something about the reforms,
I ask where is the norm, where charvers* suck to the bottom like a cyclone

Is it the world or us that are bad?
Plans for better days die over the years
I don't know if I'm strong enough to find a way
I don't know if i break free from this hell
I only have, hard fists, honor and my head screwed on Straight
I still last, but what can I do, I know only ghetto

Ghetto, you must be hard as bedrock, or they'll mug you And sew like overlock
Here they dance street tango not Crip Walk
Evil like a magnet, you won't fly like Hancock
WInter or summer homies bite the dust or sleep behind The bars, cause everybody wants to be Kapo**
Next Rambo gets into exchange for the lettuce (?), a Dead man falls, mom cries, prosecutor shouts quarter!***
Abruptly not alcantara
Evil hovers like steam. if not through door then (?), full Speed on the clocks to get to the Thaler
Paradise, where it lies, cause it is not high, synthetic High pushes me to the edge of abyss. Life play me Sweet melodies, cause the days here are bitter-sweet, And dreams so slack

Is it the world or us that are bad?
Plans for better days die over the years
I don't know if I'm strong enough to find a way
I don't know if i break free from this hell
I only have, hard fists, honor and my head screwed on Straight
I still last, but what can I do, I know only ghetto

Ghetto, moolah the only beauty, street brigades dress Up like vietcong. The woulds heal, if you don't leave Soon. With panda car, in a black bag or in an ambulance
You know where we live, seldom does anything change Here. Next lies of politicians, promises of godsend
Ghetto closed area, like 13th district, we are zero for them,
Rats without the rights to live. We want to love in this Loveless world, find the goal among tenements
Of inactivity. Feel the joy, possibility of developing, stop
Fasting, have a chance to choose

Street sons' destiny is sad, I clench fists, seek the way To escape. I have food today, just last till tomorrow

Is it the world or us that are bad?
Plans for better days die over the years
I don't know if I'm strong enough to find a way
I don't know if i break free from this hell
I only have hard fists, honor and my head screwed on Straight
I still last, but what can I do, I know only ghetto

* Patologia refers to the worst parts of society - beating children and constantly drunk
** Kapo is a foreman in Nazi camps
*** Ćwiara means 25 years in prison