Mina områden [English translation]

Kids smoking weed outside the schoolyard

Tjackisen (drug addict) is picking some of the locks

My homies mom is hiding the liquor bag

Welcome to my hood

I swear, everyone here is stuck in the psychosis

In and out, out and in from the prison

Like if the politicians forgot the area code

Welcome to my hood

Looking at my old hood, where the fool is the normal

In my streets suppressing pain with drugs

With shots that can mean death

It's thai-drugs out here flooding

In kids veins, in my hood

The code in the streets is the statute book, that sometimes create headlines in the paper

They're being faced with the screams of the dead

Leave me criticer, Stop looking at me homie look at the politician, the social cannibalism, everyones fault but at the same time no one to blame

destroying kids lifes infront of hopeless mothers that can’t do nothing about it, what should they do, lock them up or stop giving birth

Politicians always wants to see and hear but never ever touch.

They're shrugging their shoulders like, what to do, unprivileged i'm crawling down here

What I don’t treat with drugs, I treat with anger

In my hood with the gun by my side

Kids smoking weed outside the schoolyard

Tjackisen (drug addict) is picking some of the locks

My homies mom is hiding the liquor bag

Welcome to my hood

Ey, yo, the streets became my teacher

The weight of alienation, didn't know how to carry it

It was disjointed impulses that controlled me

Survival of the fittest

That's when the street took my hand

Followed the stream, just wanted to reach the shore

Wanted to fool the faith, born on the wrong side of town

I was doomed to fail

So i gambled, tried to raise my odds

In jordbros neighborhood with a crowbar and a hoodie

Hated by cops, risked many years

And i know how it ends, lifetime or bier

We're chasing the ghettodream, until the last drop

Swallowed by prison between crimes

In my hood the chopper always circulated

Bullets, fights, cocaine and graffiti on the concrete

Kids smoking weed outside the schoolyard

Tjackisen (drug addict) is picking some of the locks

My homies mom is hiding the liquor bag

Welcome to my hood

I swear, everyone here is stuck in the psychosis

In and out, out and in from the prison

Like if the politicans forgot the area code

Welcome to my hood

Meet a young kid, going in hard doesn't give a fuck

The little boy is asking for advice to get rich

I'm just tired reflecting over my life

But he's young and hungry, seeing everything from another perspective

Taking his chance, let it be

My soul is tired, my memories can't leave the people I've lost

Have kissed dead bodies, most of them filled with bullet holes

Trying to process, summary of tough years

Feeling like, an old limp bitch

Scarred who never flinched and never backed down

Street dog that never followed codes and never snitched

Old dog that learned how to sit

My son growing up, missed it behind bars

No ones here for credit, had to pay

Also had to watch my girl leave, life is a bitch

But i'll fight that bitch, until the end

Kids smoking weed outside the schoolyard

Tjackisen (drug addict) is picking some of the locks

My homies mom is hiding the liquor bag

Welcome to my hood

I swear, everyone here is stuck in the psychosis

In and out, out and in from the prison

Like if the politicans forgot the area code

Welcome to my hood

Kids smoking weed outside the schoolyard

Tjackisen (drug addict) is picking some of the locks

My homies mom is hiding the liquor bag

Welcome to my hood

• Artist:Kartellen
• Album:Ånger & Kamp