South Blunt System - Była chłodna

She had big ambitions, but at home constantly echo in drums
Although, as you call it home - four angles within the four walls
Brother supplies promoter shares ghetto housing estates
First shot, after ten years in jail, lightly
Mother long dead, her light is burning somewhere in the sky
Alcoholic father sustains life in the shop
Constantly insulted his daughter, this old idiot loser
Every day blackmailed, she had to kneel to grab his cock
The world is so fair that you will get a bullet in your back
This inhuman level of the father can fuck own daughter
And where is the whole law? She had enough of life under lock
She planned it for a long time, she could not get away from it
She lurked one time all shaking
Someone came in, she closed her eyes, she held something in her hands
That one second, came from end to an end
Hands red with grief ... She killed her father

(It's not meant to be like this, is not meant to be)

Ref x2
She was cold and her hands were red with grief
She is still here, although she won't realize her plans
This bloody river of memories flowing on her hands
It's not meant to be like this, this was not to be her fate

Second
He could have moved the mountains, but he had nothing on the start
Through a hole in his pocket was often on the social agenda
Ten years later, finally saw the daylight
His business fell, he blamed it on his father's pension
His homie took him, why did the wind blew him in the back?
When his sister is still in the cell warming up with a candle
He was thinking and thinking, didn't sleep at night
His thoughts began to walk on the worst roads
His mind wasn't alright, he was hurting taking pleasure from it
She kept crying, never had an ounce of love
She was cold, you might also know the feeling
When for the good intentions and for helping you get a kick in the ass
She went a step, she was happy
The wind erased some memories, he came out from the Winkle
It was just blood, he cried out for vengeance
This fucking materialist killed his sister

Ref x4
She was cold and her hands were red with grief
She is still here, although whe won't realize her plans
This bloody river of memories flowing on her hands
It's not meant to be like this, this was not to be her fate