Pięć Dwa Dębiec - Siła

Nothing but strenght.
Not in the veins but at the rear.
You don't sleep because of prestige
you would like to have.
Unfortunately a jerk can only want.
You threatening because you think you're somebody.
You rely on your connections.
I can feel it in my bones.
Sharp Cosa Nostra, dread,
just try to oppose it.
Hard in his mouth,
less hard in his fists.
But know that succour will strike like a sword.
Take all what you have,
because you won't make it alone, these are pacts.
Strong becomes weak.
Black becomes pale,
like facing his doom.
You are alone and there from the gates,
there are ten of them running here.
They won't be satisfied in 1 on 1 fight.
They don't come here to welcome you with salt and bread,
rather to fuck your face up.
Nobody mentioned the rules.
Yesterday they were talking about mugging in the TV.
And today, this time, outside, you celebrity.
You will play the main role in this horror.
Nothing will help you, you can think about humbleness.
Oh doctor, Oh my God!

Today paragraph 210 will play for you.
The muscles you've been training for whole autumn
will not help you.
There is only one rule,
there are no rules.
One piece of advice.
Doomed is the one who falls under hooves of the herd.

This is the test to show who's the best.
One gesture, sometimes even not,
because just a look is enough,
and the dog already growls.
One will come back with shield, another on the shield.
Cannot give up,
because you have to save your face.
You will give out all you have,
you will play va banque, for sure.
Smoke and liquid forbids letting it go,
- effectively.
Insult requires explanation,
- by fists.
Caution is lagged.
Plague of hatred.
Nobody begs for mercy.
Simple in their anger,
like cattle wihout soul,
will sense the danger,
and charge.
Self preservation.
There are no victims, only offenders.
Which means two morons,
submitted to the moment,
enslaved by alcohol,
are done with being nice.
Now it's only the matter of strenght.
And here you can get fucking wrong.
Because if he cannot do it himself,
he will use the knife.
So I please you God,
do what you can,
Please don't let me fall on the stretcher,
downed by knife stab.
Frustration is spreading,
beware of street soldiers,
who don't care about a thing.
The streets are crappy,
who's not one of us, is the enemy.
So don't nag, this is how it's here.

Don't forget you son of a bitch,
you're not in the cinema.
You're in the land based on strenght.
Pigs are in charge here and the weak is dying.
In that gray machine.
I remember about it like I remember about my family.
You son of a bitch!