Its for you, boy
Dont do drugs, boy
Dont tread your life
As you would do with
A black-beetle
Dont try to find peace
On a flight of steps
With death aside
Like you are
Dont let your heart
To be cooled off
By the marble on which
You are
Dont look at the writings on walls
Which cry out
For revenge in front of
A better future
You should cry, boy
Cry boy
And have yourself heeded
Have yourself heeded