Borba - Jala, Buba Corelli

Ne zovem upomoć

Jer niko ne čuje mi glas

Sam na cesti u ponoć

Još borim se ne spavam

Gradom pijan hodam

Gradom k’o da nema me s vama

Oko mene tama, mama kući sama

Zato kući sada, neću bez para

Moj život je borba, u rukama gun

Na korak od groba, za para pun dlan

Kao san ružan, naoružan

Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam dužan

Moj život je borba, u rukama gun

Na korak od groba, za para pun dlan

Kao san ružan, naoružan

Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam dužan

Nisam mislio da ljudi žele da me vide dole na dnu

Po gradu, jer pravdu kupuju novcem gdje doslovce ukradu nadu

Zato dižem gard, čuvam bradu

Nema veze što vide nas kao bandu

I nema veze što zavide kada vide da nam ide

Stojim nasred vladavine, nema undo

Suze jezivo zaboli, mama, znaj da se borim

Za nas znam da kažu da je put trnovit

Pa nagasam da fluimo ka je gori

Nego kada ga zagori u prah zaboli

Drum put, sanjam put obećanja lud opet sanjam

Bez kapetana ka ritmu dobar lio-pov

Glup opet voli znaju ovi lupovi

Pa njima lupovi kada tu su stupovi

Neću dati da me vide u suzama palog

Umalo srce stalo, jače je zalupalo čujem malo

Imaju naloga, imam nalog, dajem im sve u zalog

Sanj’o sam nju i našeg sina malog

Sanj’o sam život od ovoga bolji malo

Ali đavolje oči, noći me gledaju naduvanog

Palog tiskano po dlanom

Ranu bi' sakrio ranom

Tamu sam vidio rano

Zato me ne zovi tamo

Moj život je borba, u rukama gun

Na korak do groba za para pun dlan

Kao san ružan, naoružan

Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam dužan

Moj život je borba, u rukama gun

Na korak do groba za para pun dlan

Kao san ružan, naoružan

Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam dužan

Nisam mislio da ljudi žele da me vide dole na dnu

Po gradu jer pravdu kupuju novcem gdje doslovce ukradu nadu

Zato dižem gard, čuvam bradu

I nema veze što vide nas kao bandu

I nema veze što zavide kada vide da nam ide

Stojim nasred vladavine, nema undo

Im’o sam snove svoje

Iš'o korak po korak to me dovde dovelo je

Cora nije stao, krv i znoj svoj proljev’o je

Ned’o ti Bog da imaš ove noćne more moje

Nekad davno bilo dvoje što se voljelo je

Jer to dvoje jedno za drugo bilo baš stvoreno je

U životu ne bude onako kako planiramo

Metak je pogodio srce koje slomljeno je

Znam kako je kad nisu ti pri ruci novci (novci)

Svi moji drugovi su ti žestoki momci (momci)

U ovoj džungli primorani smo bit' lovci (lovci)

Pucaju živci mi na ulici k’o konci (konci)

Pritisak previše velik

Čini mi se gubim razum (razum)

Čupam vreće kad drugi ljudi zaslužili kaznu

Sve više težnja, sjena mu u gabuli kažu

I uvijek biću tu, gdje god moji ljudi da su

Moj život je borba, u rukama gun

Na korak do groba za para pun dlan

Kao san ružan, naoružan

Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam dužan

Moj život je borba, u rukama gun

Na korak do groba za para pun dlan

Kao san ružan, naoružan

Vi uzeli bi moje kao da sam dužan

I'm not calling for help

Because no one hears my voice

Alone on the road at midnight

I'm still struggling, I'm not sleeping

I walk around the city drunk

It's like I'm not with you

Darkness around me, mom home alone

So go home now, I won't run out of money

My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun

A step away from the grave, for a couple full palm

Like an ugly, armed dream

You would take mine as if I were indebted

My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun

A step away from the grave, for a couple full palm

Like an ugly, armed dream

You would take mine as if I were indebted

I didn’t think people wanted to see me down at the bottom

Around town, because they buy justice with money where they literally steal hope

So I raise my guard, guard my beard

It doesn't matter that they see us as a gang

And it doesn't matter what they envy when they see us going

I stand in the midst of rule, no undo

Tears hurt terribly, Mom, know I'm fighting

For us, I know they say the road is thorny

So I'm guessing we're flowing up

It hurts when it burns to dust

The second time, I dream the way of promises crazy I dream again

Without a captain to the rhythm of a good lio-pov

Stupid loves to know these thugs again

Well, they are beaten when there are pillars

I will not let them see me in the tears of the fallen

My heart almost stopped, I heard a little louder

They have orders, I have an account, I give them everything in pledge

I dreamed of her and our little son

I dreamed of living a little better than this

But devilish eyes, the nights look at me bloated

Palog printed on the palm

He would hide the wound with a wound

I saw the darkness early

So don't call me there

My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun

A step to the grave for a couple full palm

Like an ugly, armed dream

You would take mine as if I were indebted

My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun

A step to the grave for a couple full palm

Like an ugly, armed dream

You would take mine as if I were indebted

I didn’t think people wanted to see me down at the bottom

Around town because they buy justice with money where they literally steal hope

So I raise my guard, guard my beard

And it doesn't matter that they see us as a gang

And it doesn't matter what they envy when they see us going

I stand in the midst of rule, no undo

I had my dreams

Step by step, that brought me here

Cora did not stop, she shed blood and sweat

God forbid you have these nightmares of mine

Once upon a time there were two things that were loved

Because those two for each other were just created

Life is not as we plan

The bullet hit a heart that was broken

I know what it's like when you don't have money at hand (money)

All my friends are these tough guys (guys)

In this jungle we are forced to be hunters

My nerves are shooting in the street like strings (strings)

The pressure is too great

I seem to be losing my mind (reason)

I break bags when other people deserve punishment

More and more aspirations, the shadow in the gabule tells him

And I will always be there, wherever my people are

My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun

A step to the grave for a couple full palm

Like an ugly, armed dream

You would take mine as if I were indebted

My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun

A step to the grave for a couple full palm

Like an ugly, armed dream

You would take mine as if I were indebted