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Born in '81
Once a boy came, with no plans or ambition
Lazy, seeing just drawbacks all around
Poor prospects for tomorrow
With Levy and Pawlak we were saying, we have no
Not once, more than one tear in our eyes
Because of son, fascinated with pentagrams
But it was long time ago, the beginnings
Although I read not a single book in my life,
Life taught me to respect this values
Next to them, gold bars are just a little penny
You know, I have my rules - in love and friendship
I can't stand betrayal, once is enough to finish this agreements
I don't have so much strength and courage, like a monk, or authority like Yakooza
Heart like Bin Laden, conscience like Jack the Ripper,
Maybe I am weak in Your eyes, dude
Where accusations run free, even Church is spoiled
But at least I don't pretend to be someone I'm not
Today is not yesterday, I won't neglect my efforts
The days, that rebel was a main motive of an action
When emotions were in the first place
Were indurating these foundations, gulping motivation
With every day, cause it won't wake up at once
Passion, willing of creating something for the people
That's talent I didn't obtain, write that down
From Mother for Christmas, or free from life
It didn't just come, it is an effect of hard work
Years of experience, acquiring knowledge
I like writing these poems, full of honest poetry
In the street language, that's how I was raised...

[x2]
No matter, what You think about me here (about me)
No matter, what You say about me here (about me)
No matter, what You think and say about me here
I have my own world, I live consciously

Well - liked by many, and hated so
Average boy, getting ready for the show
Full of vim, with open mind
I'm not a pretty badass, but I go through life with bravery
I take many things too seriously
I sometimes annoy with this - that's old times habit
Coin in my hand won't cover pictures
Next to which smile suddenly turns into solemnity
I find questions "why?", "for what?", "what for?", "how much do they pay?" funny
Thanks for the gig, people don't care what are Your thoughts
What You have to say, only money matter
They hardly ask questions to themselves today
They don't have enough courage to say what they think
To tell they own view, to discover the truth
They live convinced, that standards count
They don't want any change, but they could do much
Young heads, for them "proud" today is to have a tattoo
"Heroism" is to wallop one by four, this is true, not fib
The one who only take care of himself, means nothing
The one, who loves nobody, is dead
Fuck feeling of superiority and power over one's life
Where grief and conscience ends existence
Like on this old block of flats - these buffed tags*
For me, autographs are not most important
Blackout drinking on a concert with friends
Then go to the hotel, alone with two girls
To grace a wall in the room with posters
It's not a summit of ambitions, I have different plans
Music is important, but not the most, though...

[x4]
No matter, what You think about me here (about me)
No matter, what You say about me here (about me)
No matter, what You think and say about me here
I have my own world, I live consciously

*Painted - over signatures in graffiti slang (w slangu grafficiarzy: zamalowany graf)