Real people are broke people
They cry and deny
I´ll go my way
Sad to say
Upon the way
There´s no guidline
The streets are mine
That is why
I live this lifestyle
Nowhere is someone glad
This brings the nasty eve
Therefore I am the rap king
The lord of the freak show
Jo
Jo
Like a mad trip
I want to lose it
I stay clever
In a complicated world
Right in the middle
Of this movie
Struggle for myself
Outlast my trouble
Beware myself from wicked people
One day I´ll grow out
As a flower
To overcome the street
I need to find you
I must stand up
To overcome the streets
And my tears
I bite you
Jo
Jo
The gutter is rough
Enough
My music is rougher
Choros:
Real people are broke people
I have to take the blame for
To get from the sub to the top
What´s up?
What´s up?
I walk around my block
I do not have to hurry
To get to the top
On the bottom is still space
Nobody dares
To live here
Down here
As a deadbeat
I´ve fallen down there
I have to get up
Jo
Jo
Once again
To go out of here
Out of here
Choros:
Real people are broke people
I have to take the blame for
To get from the sub to the top
What´s up?
What´s up?