Natural Dread Killaz - Wojownicy ulicy

Yo!
This is for all people who face problems in large urban agglomerations
After the after!
Great respect for all men of honor from the City Center,
Right!

Those who lie, violate human rights with them
Warriors of the Street Fight!
With adversity in a world full of chaos
Warriors of the Street Fight!
From the sea of intolerance and pathological situations
Warriors of the Street Fight!
We all come up with a distance for so many unequal opportunities
For many, their efforts do not mean anything!

It is for us in the morning sun rises
Though barely make ends meet
That no one is chasing the system does not
And although we have no purpose of advertising
Still looking for someone
The next level of already captured
I ask for what?
Still you are paying enough
We are what give us the streets
And even as I wanted very
It is difficult to live normally
It could be elegantly
But Babylon continues its tentacle
He wants to catch you
But behind the mask not to hide

Those who lie, violate human rights with them
Warriors of the Street Fight!
With adversity in a world full of chaos
Warriors of the Street Fight!
From the sea of intolerance and pathological situations
Warriors of the Street Fight!
We all come up with a distance for so many unequal opportunities
For many, their efforts do not mean anything!

The bunk bed in one room inhabited by six brothers
My father drank, he beat his mother, his salary in three days lost
Small instead of homework at the desk in the yard got a school of life
Still in the new experience is richer
Went to school hungry
But his fertile mind
I still think if he runs like his father mean
When everyone around kickin '
Children intoxicated glue
He was the only one who had the heart to hope

Those who lie, violate human rights with them
Warriors of the Street Fight!
With adversity in a world full of chaos
Warriors of the Street Fight!
From the sea of intolerance and pathological situations
Warriors of the Street Fight!
We all come up with a distance for so many unequal opportunities
For many, their efforts do not mean anything!

On the streets of dirt, grime
On the streets of the curse
In every city there is some troubled district
Every day from home for itself many looks
Because I do not know when you might hit the bomb, OR pathology.
People who have long given up
Subsequent generations born among the jackals
They have wasted a chance to be pulled out of the
Because parents only that they showed the grim world
I do not give them more
Have long since let go the reins
Every day I see and my heart always bleeds
Because I do not want to!
For these things took place place
Everyone should have a chance at life a little better man!

Those who lie, violate human rights with them
Warriors of the Street Fight!
With adversity in a world full of chaos
Warriors of the Street Fight!
From the sea of intolerance and pathological situations
Warriors of the Street Fight!
We all come up with a distance for so many unequal opportunities
For many, their efforts do not mean anything!