Fokus - Nierozłączny Kompan ( O.S.T.R, Rahim )

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The Dark Passenger rides with me
He sits next to me, though there are many empty seats
Lost, like words in the ether
If you can’t see try to look more broadly


you’ll survive, and don’t even tell me that
I do not have these problems, because it is a fairy tale for kids,
this is so, we all have 30 years now
values of the youth blew away with wind
So the guy fell, every morning and evening,
maker of hardcore, since 10 years ago,
he knows what’s what
family did not have a role model for the son, it’s a fact
so bastard fell,
with the force of a meteor,
finale is not lack of choice,
it was a lack of honor in action,
it's not like he was alone,
because he was a brother, he was like family,
It was a squad that like an avalanche
overcame the walls, left a trail,
on the cards of culture, I miss that man
it was a sign, read it all for yourself.
today I welcome, on these beats, like the Titanic,
the time that you have left to live,
I'm gone, and you ...


February 15, 1999 - I was 19 years old and rap died with Big L
These words cannot describe, defend the art of life
where would be the flow if not for "Put in On"
I'd give all my verses for one from the Magician
for life, while alive that he could rap to breathe
December 26 bro, 2000, and that is why I hate the second day of Christmas
October 30, 2002 we do not believe in things that don’t affect us
only chasing our treasures, I would give my own breath
and rap, so Jam Master Jay can teach again
January 17, 2004 I cried with the whole fucking industry
I had my dream of Lodz, like a dream of Warsaw and would give any idea
to revive memories here
February 10, 2006 you were there too - to return JD’s life, I would give up all the beats
how many reasons do you know to continue this forever, one love, one life
Dedicated to the truth.


Goes on this journey into the unknown
Along with this inseparable companion
Spinning are the unspoken words
but deemed to be accepted
an easy maneuver takes care of a lot
Crammed into a jumble of obsessions
Closed tightly as in Alcatraz
Thoughts released by psychotherapy
Living in the clutches of private matters
Under occupation of antipathy
The direction of the things fraternal to men
Though not necessarily positive, like the Matrix
Fear shits his anus before non-existence
the light becomes a myth
This moment calls Memento Mori
And it’s a never ending story, I’m sorry