Kali – King Kong

[Verse 1]
Ghetto. It’s in our eyes.
Who cursed us ?
Made us bear this cross ?
Silent scream wafts through hell.
Another day is drawing to a close.
I want to live here with dignity, be big like a billboard.
This street gene is in me.
I want to love but I’m a destructive force like King Kong.
Ghetto carves faces with tears like Geppetto.
It’s a no-go area, don’t take off the lid.
Weak people will break down, burst like a balloon.
Pigs are breaking your balls until you start singin’ like Michael Jackson. (snitching)

They’re trying to convince us that it’s our home.
They’re talking some bullshit about reforms.
Is it a norm when social pathologies suck everything in like a cyclone ?

[Chorus]
Is this world evil or is it us?
Years goes by and our plans for a brighter future are fading away.
I don’t know if I have enough strength in me to find a way to get out.
I don’t know if I’ll ever escape from this hell.
Heavy fists, honour and head on my shoulder. That’s all I have.
I’m still here but there’s not much I can do.
Ghetto is the only thing I know.

[Second Verse]
Ghetto, you must be hard as a rock or you’ll get jacked.
People here dance the street tango not Crip Walk.
Evil holds you down like a magnet, you won’t rise up into the air like Hancock.
Doesn’t matter if it’s winter or summer.
Homies end up either six feet under or behind bars
cause each one of them wants to be a capo.
Another Rambo robs a currency exchange bureau, kills someone.
His mother is crying as he gets sentenced to 25 years imprisonment.
Coarse not Alcantara.
Evil rise like a steam.
If not through the front then I’ll try the back door
at full throttle to get that money.

Paradise. Where is it? It cannot mean only getting high.
Weed brings me to the edge of the abyss.
Life, could you please play me some nice melodies
cause here days are bitter-sweet and dreams are so fragile.

[Chorus]

Is this world evil or is it us?
Years goes by and our plans for a brighter future are fading away.
I don’t know if I have enough strength in me to find a way to get out.
I don’t know if I’ll ever escape from this hell.
Heavy fists, honour and head on my shoulder. That’s all I have.
I’m still here but there’s not much I can do.
Ghetto is the only thing I know.

[Third Verse]
Ghetto. There’s nothing beautiful about it except the money.
Street brigades arm themselves like in Vietcong.
If you won’t end up in a paddy wagon,
body bag or an ambulance you’re going to be fine.
You know how it’s like around here, rarely anything changes.
Once again politicians are promising pie in the sky.
Ghetto – closed off like in the “13th District”
We’re nobodies to them, rats without a right to live.
We want to love in this cold world.
Find a goal among those tenements of idleness.
Experience happiness, get a chance to progress.
Stop fasting, have a choice.

The plight of the sons of the streets.
I clench my fists, looking for a way of escape.
Today I’ve got food on my plate. I just want to survive another day.

[Chorus]

Is this world evil or is it us?
Years goes by and our plans for a brighter future are fading away.
I don’t know if I have enough strength in me to find a way to get out.
I don’t know if I’ll ever escape from this hell.
Heavy fists, honour and head on my shoulder. That’s all I have.
I’m still here but there’s not much I can do.
Ghetto is the only thing I know.

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