- cifra
I ask myself why am I so hateful
It means part of my nature
People say I'm fucked in my mind
Feels like there is nothing left inside
Walking on different dirty streets
But the same old feeling still exists
Hate's like a shade that never leaves
Leave me alone I don't need simpathy
What goes around
Comes around
You going down
Down!
Straighthate
Criticize and call me negative
You never faced life or reality
Separate myself from the rest
What the fuck do you expect?
What goes around
Comes around
You going down
Down
Straighthate
What goes around
Comes around!
Grow in the ghettos made me real
To deal with my fears
Motherfucker, you don't understand
Pain and hate!
