It’s not hard to see
All my rage and my agony
They deny our rights
So tell me when I
Will rise
Streets and food, violence and mood
Education, blood and a pencil get through
My heart
Pain and kill, head shoot in a girl
Putz grill they will put a big grey steel
In your back
Is it oil or blood in my hands?
Those people take the chance
To explore all your bees
Watching by the balcony
Agony
Streets and food, violence and mood
Education, blood and a pencil get through
My heart
Pain and kill, head shoot in a girl
Putz grill they will put a big grey steel
In your back
