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.
Dealing with pain for surviving on this thirsty concrete
I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life.
Why should i expect yes cos everything i get no
If thousands of Marathi people follow me that means they want revolution on Marathi land.
Nobody cares if I die for fighting Marathi breed.
I'm raised from gutter to protect another gutter