Now that I'm in prison
I've realized
what I didn't know
where are those friends?
those relatives
who talked and talked
and although I don't need them
but I do remember
those tricks...
I'm not a criminal
I'm a trafficker
which is very different
You have to have feelings
so that you can distinguish
people who are people
if they treat me badly
I jump the gun
the unconscious comes out. ..
And the day will come
when I will be free
when the doors will open
the roars
of rifles and cars will be heard
there in my land
there I will be with my people
and with my family
I know they are waiting for me
hopefully it will be very soon
because the I despair
sometimes it comes to me...
(And this is... From Records)
The adrenaline that I carry
character and genes
I bring it in my blood
is inherited from my father
also from my mother
whom I admire a lot
and those aka four seven
how I miss them
full in the park...
Those who have been with me
through good and bad times
will be my friends
those who have left me alone
they better not even get close to me
br/>they are going to be a hindrance
the devil is not going to come out
Caro is going to come out
and a monk makes mud...
I better say goodbye
because however
I'm still locked up here
to all my friends
I send you a hug
also a message
I feel like jumping
into a car from anus
and go out with a bang
because when they least think about it
day or night
they come to Kikil Caro...