Holy face, that's right. That's cool on the beat. Yeah, yeah, yeah. White people, yeah. See metal band across the street. So many people fight. Some people they die young. Nobody they look us. Say economy high. And the government bad. So many things just they have to know. And what it has to do also. No peace no will no they won't go. They tell us every two days. Waitin' man God do for his life a brother. If the city was to know the pain. Tell me waitin' we for to. I mean we for carry God. Y-E-S-C-C, the boys voice so. If you drive a Ramuto for street. Oh, you carry with a bad view. You have points, shirts for street. They no want to see you shine. This song not oppressing bro. Your aunties that feel bad too. So your brother if he hurts you. Make him pity, forgive him. Magic thoughts is in