Dealing with pain for surviving on this thirsty concrete.

Why should i expect yes cos everything i get no

Nobody cares if I die for fighting Marathi breed.

Dealing with pain for surviving on this thirsty concrete

I'm raised from gutter to protect another gutter

I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life.

When i look to my past i'm not believe in god but for future god is hope.

If thousands of Marathi people follow me that means they want revolution on Marathi land.

Laugh with fake id's but i have permanent license of pain in eyes

Winner goes with the flow, History Maker against the flow