CHORUS
I go at my own pace, like a heart in the night silence,
Thoughts flow slowly if you really hear them.
Between silence and the beat, I find my meaning,
This is my record of thoughts — simple, sincere text.
VERSE
I walk the city without haste, as if time knew me,
Every street has something to say, even though the square is silent
Every shadow carries a shadow that trembles in the heart
I feel how it burns, there's no point in dreaming about it
in a constant pursuit, the struggle for a better existence
and those too hasty lose their senses in the process
I am in a constant pursuit of a better vision of the world
to eradicate everything that only brings loss
everyday life is a struggle, I have a shield by my side
others in masks when I hold my guard high
I keep the night watch so that no one can kidnap me
he put a mask on me, threw me into one bag
the crowd likes masks, because it's easier not to see
it's easier to laugh than to call it shame
everyone is equal, until someone asks
who really pulls the fucking strings here
I will never be a doll in your puppet theater
I prefer to die proudly while presenting the truth
than to disgrace my name like the whole rest of the cripples
(than to disgrace my soul like the whole rest of the cripples)
on the streets, lawlessness has long been noticeable
I never had an ace up my sleeve
I prefer to fight the system, I go to the front with the mic
a piece of paper like an easel, words are my second weapon
and I'm not going alone, I'm going with the goal I strive for
the goal is health, family, and money
to be noticeable, to eliminate bad desires
they confuse me and I keep wandering, fucking wandering
today everything is so different
take your own, watch this world up close
today everything is so different
remember from every side a long list of enemies
REFRAIN
I go at my own pace, like the heart in the night silence,
Thoughts flow slowly if you really hear them.
Between silence and the beat, I find my meaning,
This is my record of thoughts — a simple, sincere text.
I heard behind my back, how they called me a pseudo rapper
and what kind of action can such a loser write
I fucked them, I took a pen and a piece of paper
and I wrote about emotions and experiences
just me and the music, and with it, I will achieve nirvana
rap is my teeth, the hardest I will bite the nut
and you are just a fucking ordinary snowman
nothing will help you because you like to create prose
I am flexible, I mix many styles
I have some skills, although it's not a requirement
diamond polishes, I want to create some smoke
without a rush to not collect fucking shame