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We know we will never forget
We couldn't, even if we wanted to
For those who are closed, for those who have gone
For whom I am with us, heads up
We are the way we wanted to be from the beginning
I hit you in the head then, now it's much more
There are only a few boys you see around us
You look at us, we hate you, like us
I have a lot of respect for many, many, many
Old and past people
Part of whores, fakes follow , I think you know them
Who are too happy to see the pile of thousands
You pay them for money, they are yours and for nothing
They are too greedy to finish the job
Then mistakes are noticed in the record
You go to the office, and you start to hope
Is it better NOT, is it better to YES
How will my boys and my family
And you know it passes, everything passes, I have more to say
It will be good for us once again
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It was never easy, now it's hard
There are days when it doesn't work anymore, no matter what I do
And sometimes I think that maybe it would be better
To go... where it's good'
I would like my younger brothers to hold their heads up when I leave
Let mom and dad know that I will be here
Always everything I have done, what remains after me
I am gone from you, for you better times
I would like all my comrades to hold their heads up
To set fire to it, to shoot everything, until they can no longer
To remember me and if the heart asks them
I prefer instead of tears, a bottle of beer
I would like those who were my enemies to hold their heads up
To know that even without me the work goes on
And until we all meet up there
I'll try to keep my head up as much as I can
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With time I learned to do, to keep quiet< br/>Over time I learned to keep quiet and keep my head down
Always keep your head up and look straight
You never know what awaits you
It's hard to give good advice to those who- they need
But it's harder to keep your own life in line
Some say that practice can be your teacher
But be careful how you do it because you might die easily< br/>From the street to the parnaie can only be one step
I leave you to think what you have left
Boys with a lot of money have fallen and it hurts a lot
Once again the head ' up for the brothers in prison
I'm telling what a brother wrote to me from prison
Some words that show how strong you have to be
He said that the days are gray there
Or the dirty grays and the stylish bastards
Head up
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