Laugh with fake id's but i have permanent license of pain in eyes
When i look to my past i'm not believe in god but for future god is hope.
Why should i expect yes cos everything i get no
Dealing with pain for surviving on this thirsty concrete
I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life.
Nobody cares if I die for fighting Marathi breed.
If thousands of Marathi people follow me that means they want revolution on Marathi land.
I'm raised from gutter to protect another gutter