I carry a 9 mm and a HK
For my security and quietness of the hood
If it suddenly goes pa, pam, I am another dead soldier
Twenty-four hours of tension
One eye on the police, the other on the enemy
Hundred percent attitude to the bone
I have another loaded magazine in my pocket
I can buy any clothes now
I have lots of bitches that want to give it to me
They are after my money and don’t think about the danger
It’s fashionable around here, to be the gangster’s bitch
Without success of keeping alert
They have killed another dupe wanting to be clever
This shit follows me to the end
At this moment, my old lady is praying for me
That’s it, it’s done
They stole my soul but they didn’t take my faith
I am not able to see myself in the mirror
I am red-heart warrior
My missus is at home with my son
Now I can give them the best things
At times I felt less of a man
Unemployed, my kid hungry
It is very easy to come here and criticise me
Society created me, now it wants to kill me
They ’re gonna convict me and let me die in prison
Gonna get on the TV news
It would be different if I was a Hooray-Henry
Raised on milk and honey
Public school, then university
My reality is not like that
I’m a Joe public with the red mist in my eyes
And hate in my veins, a ghetto-soldier

Ugly and alert with the face of a bad guy
Society created me, one more marginal
I have a 9mm and a HK
Trigger-happy, with hate in my veins
Ugly and alert with the face of a bad guy
Society created me, one more marginal
I have a 9mm and a HK
Trigger-happy, with hate in my veins

One for the power, two for the money
A lot of guys are in it for the reputation
Joined the trafficking whilst having other options
Didn’t last long, dead the next day
Because there is no nonsense here, the talk is straight
I ‘ve heared that from an older gangster
Standing here, I have no friend
Just the gun that ‘s in my hand
Like a bird defending its nest
I blow away anyone that crosses my path
Outlaw, usual suspect
Now, it’s the crime that sustains me
I ALREADY begged, I ALREADY humiliated myself
I was stamped on, only I know that I went through
I know it’s no justification
My time is short, I don’t know how long it’s gonna last
It is worse than asking for a favour
Give me a job, I have a little child, govenor
There is a long queue, me and another three hundred
After a long wait, there is more job on offer
The same story every day, it’s fucked
This has stirred my revolt
It has left me desillusioned, one more crazy gunman
I ‘m with it, I’m on it, who is the culprit?
He wages the war but doesn’t die in it
Distributes the drugs that destroy the slum
Making money with our reality
Left me between crime and necessity

Ugly and alert with the face of a bad guy
Society created me, one more marginal
I have a 9mm and a HK
Trigger-happy, with hate in my veins
Ugly and alert with the face of a bad guy
Society created me, one more marginal
I have a 9mm and a HK
Trigger-happy, with hate in my veins

The violence of the slum has slidden down the ghetto on the hill
Homicide, kidnapping, robbery
Who should provide protection
Invades the slum at gunpoint
I know that the world I live in is wrong
But when I was in need was no one was at my side
Only He who is without sin can rightfully throw the first stone
Even the politician who wants my vote, has ALREADY killed
I put myself on the rotten side of society
With lots of drugs, lots of guns, lots of badness
The life of crime is a slow suicide
Various of my friends are locked-up in the prisons Bangu 1 2 3
I’m with it, I know what’s gonna happen in the end
A negative balance less a marginal
Society can write one off the list
To expand some sad statistics
About young people like me who don’t know fear
Seduced by crime from very early on
Even knowing that it has no future
I didn’t want to be in this mess
I am already at a loss, a shot in my belly
The next raid, who knows, is maybe gonna cost my life
I gonna leave my little kid alone
With the tendency that he is gonna follow my footsteps
If I die, only my mother’s gonna cry
There is a long waiting list for my job
I don’t know whether it is worse to become a criminal
Or kill yourself earning peanuts
Me in crime is an irony of destiny
My mum is worried her son is lost
While my end hasn’t come yet
Our paths are gonna cross anyhow