Persecuted and hunted by the police 
Shotguns and bombs blazing your eyes 
An addiction becomes transgression 
And they will deliver the cure with despair 

Suffocated for a compulsion 
Poverty and drugs burning your lung 
The somke takes them to another place 
No one would face this living hell 

Choked 
(By) seclusion 
HIdden 
(With) repulsion 

Can’t these people realize 
The solution is not victimize 

The hand that guide the brutaliyy 
Wounds for money cleaning the streets 
The problem of abandon 
Should not be solved with more injure 

The mistreatment of authority 
It has a reason to please the rich 
They want to profit with our city 
Even with death as consequence 
Can’t these people realize 
The solution is not victimize 
Products of a violent state 
That are waiting to exhale 

For those who born in gutters 
Choice is a mean illusion 
The abhorrence they know all time 
Is now the reason to end their lives