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