The world without time The evil and hellrise Every man always dies, Like dreams in my rhymes. When the man closes eyes, His phantasy seems nice, Every man needs advice Is he or not really wise. I see my soul in the corridor Heavy lock on the door, I don't want to struggle anymore Cause I'am weack against strong. After many years We have seen many tears, Our heart still fears When the triple six appears. We need revolution The gun evolution, Scarfs on face, look at Choose a perfect ruler. Arms to hold a rifle, A sword to attack, Our spirit's sinfull We must be very skilfull. Against the law Robber in homeland Seeking for the blood Likes killing smart and hard. He has his own Aggressive superstyle With cheigns in the arms Looks like assasin, within drugs. Against the whole world All authority are dead, His guilty instinct Shows him way to hardenhill. But when the moment comes to close Soon will appear frozen thrones In the heart of every man Is wish to fight with sword. His name is outlaw History – unknown Manners – roody His wishes all fulfilled. შეაფასეთ