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misery is all i see. problem#1. how do you imagine a life livin' in some fuckin forgotten vilage where there's no life. no fun. zero tolerance. no goddamn culture. where streets is mad. all i see is grey. streets, faces, moods, even environment. where the fuck am i livin?! god no! why? i cant wait to get the fuck outta here. to better dayz. to my bro. problem#2. i hate when ma homies tell me how happy they are with their relationships wit ladies. why can't i find my happiness? shit why am i so choosy about the ladies? why can't i find one from ~5000 in my city. oh im sorry. village. it seems that i live normal life. yeah sure. of course

*PARENTAL ADVISORY EXPLICIT LYRICS* man nurowe. dusk. si kart lietuwiskai. this time in lithuanian. jei nepatinka, NU IR EIK TU SHIKT! if u dont like it, go to hell! iseinu i lauka su tokia jega, kad rodos tuoj sprogsiu. trypiu zeme sukeldamas seismines bangas rytu azijoje. wisai nurautu balsu rekiu NEBEGRYSIU I NIOORIA BEPROTYBEEE!! NEBEGRYYYSIOOO!!! ir taip kol apsiseilejau kaip pasiutes bulterjeras, ishsinarinau zandikauli (kaip ir minejau widuj buwo tokia jega jog, rodos sprogsiu) ir uzkrito kaire ausis. bet dabar skauda desine. prapisau balso stygas. KOKS AS NESWEIKAS. nu koks as nesweikas. gerai kad nieks manes nemato. nes lauke tams

it is so hard.. when you have nobody to hug.. nobody to cry with.. nobody to smile with.. nobody to look at the sky with.. nobody to hold.. nobody to kiss.. nobody to talk about anything.. nobody to look at.. and smile.. nobody to call angel.. nobody to say how beautiful she is.. nobody to feel the warmness nearby.. nobody to sing for.. nobody to write poems for.. nobody to give myself for.. nobody to sacrifice.. nobody to help.. nobody to love.