He is frowned upon in my city
He bears the marks of a police punishment
He goes through the neighborhoods to find
The illusions that others lost
It is not impossible
br/>Let him come here
He is like a wise man, without understanding
King of the street bowing before you
Suicidal madman will teach you
That fortune only lies in freedom
There are many ways to repress
Today minds are more harmful than the rifle
Take good care of yourself, he advised me
The immoral never seek redemption
And it is like a scream
Within me
Son of the wind and the truth
What a gesture awaits from this poor humanity
Save the meek of capital
Who like dogs only want to eat more
It is not impossible
That it gets here Â
He is like a wise man, without understanding
King of the street bowing before you
Suicidal madman will teach you
That Fortune is only in freedom

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