Ulice Bijelog - Jantar

Otvaram oči, budi me mobitel, pos’o zove

Prilika za bomba pinku, ali nemam tolko robe

Trebam tol’ko love stari ili sam u govnu opet

«Buraz štanga, al' obećajem imat' ću sve do podne.»

Stavim đoze i sada mi je samo cesta pravac

Ne znam da l' sam kompententan da odradim sve to danas

Svijetlo dana piše dobar ishod il' sve do vraga

Moram ćopit' robu, prije riješit nekoliko grama

Ispred zgrade vidim svijetlo plavca, ubrzam tempo

Srećom meta nisam ja, nego neki glupi dečko

Vadim mobitel, otvorim imenik i znoj odjednom

Oblije me cijelog, čim pronađem broj od Bijelog

Solo sebi kažem «Sretno!», «U ime Oca i Sina»

Najopasniji u igri, za Bijelog sam samo klinac

«Halo, Bijeli?»

— «Molim?»

— «Bok, kak' si, kaj novog ima

Fakat imam dosta veša, trebam pol kile Persila.»

«Vel'ka sila?»

— «Sorry ono, ali stvarno mi je hitno.»

«Ak' je tol’ko bitno, dođi i nacrtaj se sa kintom.»

«Jedan bed, trebam na ler.»

«Hmmm, jebena pičko, znaš ak' sjebeš igrat ću se gumi-gumi s tvojom kičmom.»

«Nema beda stari, evo ja krećem na istok.»

«Proceduru znaš, 13 sati, ostalo sve isto.»

Sad ja trebam sveto pismo

Da odigram ovo ili znam da ode nekom život

Lupim jedno pivo, tol’ko da omekšam sranje

Teško dalje ali moram, selpo nije vječno šaren

«Zadnji put da radim ovo», molim se da nije zajeb

Jedan sat je i evo mene kod crvene kante

Uzmem robu i lagano dajem petama vjetra

Zovem broj od fakin' jutra i kažem: «Čekam te spreman»

Ispred pošte vidim Seat, kad stignem upali svijetla

«Di si, buraz?», ne mogu opisat koliko sam sretan

«Evo, provjeri robu», uzme to, ja samo gledam

Nožem pikne zatim stavi pod nos, «Klasa jedan»

Čekam keš, al' umjesto njega, nož u rebra

Očekivao sam jednom i to, al' ne od frenda

Laki mi otvori vrata, zatim me gurne na pločnik

Zovem hitnu, «U pomoć!», i počinjem zaklapat' oči

Možda ostanem živ, a 'ko zna koliko noći

Jer nemam prašak, nemam lovu «U kurac!», Bože pomozi

Mogao sam biti gospodin, al' sad sam papak sa nadom

Možda papak samo, jer postaje mi dosta hladno

«Kako je došlo do toga?», taj šapat ponavljam stalno

Muči me i zašto Laki znaš onu «Milo za drago»

Zvoni mobitel, «Halo?»

— «Di je lova?

Odmah zini!»

«Zajeb stari.

— «K'o i prošli puta, pitaš se zbog koga živiš

Dosta milosti!», gubim svijest, mislim 'ko ga šljivi

Ali kad zažmirim skužim Lakija u pozadini

«Evo gazda, rešili smo i to.»

— «Majku vam jebem!»

Radim u muriji 20 godina, bavim se onima

Koji na drogi rade, zarade da boli glava

U novinama potraži moje ime: Bjelinski

Instinktivni solo igrač, ne radim timski

Znam kako se pos’o radi, u zemlji deset posto

Gladnih, pedeset posto jadnih, 'ko je ost’o zadnji?

Ja, jer sam samo zamaskiran drot

Preko dana sam filantrop, navečer dilam dop

Vodim dva života, svoje laži motam u

Policijski kolaž i rokam, ako sumnjaš nađi dokaz

Vozim se kvartovima, meta mi je pantomima

Rad ruke koji otkriva scenu narko dila

«Halo?»

zovu me svakakvi, uplakani i bahati

Traže prah, a dimom nastavljaju mahati

Na mojem teritoriju, ne volim ljude na svojem

Pa uvijek kad se usude budem ludo nastrojen

Kao neki dan, neki mali Laki s tetovažom

Plavih baklji me pronaš'o dok je hasl’o neko brašno

Reko': «Zašto si na mojem teritoriju?

Dobri duh MUP-a ti upravo nudi doživotnu robiju

Ili praksu u mojem lobiju», odluka je jasna

I sada radi za mene, to mu je manja kazna

Sredit će mi nekoliko uhićenja, nakon toga

Metak posred čela, Laki doviđenja

Razglasio je među svojom balavurdijom da

Cestom vlada ludi boss Bijeli i da nudi pos’o, velik

I unosan, mudro sam slag’o figure

I priček'o pozive da vidim kaj jazavci nude

«Halo!»

— «Zovem u vezi praška za pecivo.»

«Kol'ko trebaš?»

— «Za početak sedam paketića, recimo

Reci svoju cijenu.»

— «Tvoju cijelu zaradu u kešu

Želim vidjeti na svojem računu u Bangladešu.»

Lik me zvao nakon toga nekoliko puta

Počeli smo vrtit' zaradu od svekolikog puka

Al' je doš'o dan kad sam mu rek’o: «Jebena pičko

Znaš ak' sjebeš, igrat ću se gumi-gumi s tvojom kičmom.»

«Nema beda stari, evo ja krećem na istok.»

«Proceduru znaš, 13 sati, ostalo sve isto.»

Poslao sam Lakija po robu s uputama:

«Lupi smrada i ostavi ga na stupu srama

Rana ne smije bit smrtonosna, moram ga uhitit poslije

Ovo ti je zadnji pos’o, nemoj sjebat', vidimo se.»

Snimao sam situaciju iz daljine

Lik je isp’o iz auta, nazv’o sam i pito di je

Nakon par minuta dođem tam i zovem pojačanje

Javljam «Novi Zagreb, jedan mrtav, jedan ranjen.»

Laki pita «'Ko je mrtav?»

*zvuk pucnjeva* - odgovaram

Ostavljam paketić i spremam svojih sto komada

Na sigurno…

I open my eyes, my cell phone wakes me up, business is calling

Opportunity for a bomb pink, but I don't have that many goods

I need tol'ko love old or I'm in the shit again

"Buraz bar, but I promise I'll have everything by noon."

I put on my shoes and now the road is the only direction for me

I don't know if I'm competent to do all that today

The light of day says good outcome or all the way to hell

I have to cut the goods, get rid of a few grams first

I see a blue light in front of the building, I pick up the pace

Fortunately the target is not me, but some stupid boy

I pull out my cell phone, open my phonebook, and all at once I'm sweating

I'm all over it, as soon as I find the number from White

I say to myself "Good luck!", "In the name of the Father and the Son"

The most dangerous in the game, I'm just a kid to White

"Hello, White?"

— «Please?»

— «Hi, how are you, what's new

But I have a lot of laundry, I need half a kilo of Persil.»

"A great force?"

— "Sorry about that, but it's really urgent."

"It's so important, come and draw with Kinto."

«One bad thing, I need it on the ler».

"Hmmm, you fucking cunt, you know if you screw up, I'll play rubber-rubber with your spine."

"No worries old man, here I am heading east."

"You know the procedure, 13 hours, everything else the same."

Now I need the scriptures

To play this or know someone's life will be lost

I knock back a beer, just enough to soften the shit

It's hard to go on, but I have to, selpo is not eternally colorful

"Last time I do this", I pray it's not a joke

It's one o'clock and here I am at the red bin

I take the goods and give the heels of the wind lightly

I've been calling the number since the fucking morning and I'm saying: "I'm waiting for you ready"

I see a Seat in front of the post office, when I get there the lights turn on

"Where are you, brother?", I can't describe how happy I am

«Here, check the goods», he takes it, I just look

He pokes a knife, then puts it under his nose, "Class One"

I'm waiting for the cash, but instead, a knife in the ribs

I expected that once, but not from a friend

Laki opens the door for me, then pushes me to the pavement

I call 911, «Help!», and start to close my eyes

I might stay alive for who knows how many nights

Because I don't have powder, I don't have money "Fuck!", God help me

I could have been a gentleman, but now I'm a bastard with hope

Maybe just the belly button, because I'm getting quite cold

«How did that happen?», I keep repeating that whisper

It also bothers me why Laki you know that "Milo za drago"

The cell phone rings, «Hello?»

— «Where is the hunt?

"Shut up now!"

"Fuck you old man."

— «Like last time, you wonder who you live for

Enough of mercy!», I lose consciousness, I think 'who cares about him

But when I close my eyes I can see Lucky in the background

"Here's the boss, we solved that too."

— "I'm fucking your mother!"

I have been working in the police for 20 years, dealing with them

Those who work on drugs, earn a headache

Look for my name in the newspaper: Bjelinski

An instinctive solo player, I don't work in teams

I know how business is done, in the country of ten percent

Hungry, fifty percent miserable, 'who's left last?'

Me, because I'm just a dork in disguise

During the day I am a philanthropist, in the evening I deal with dop

I lead two lives, I roll my lies in

Police collage and rockam, if in doubt find proof

I drive through the neighborhoods, my target is a pantomime

The handiwork that reveals the scene of a drug deal

"Hello?"

they call me all kinds of things, crying and bragging

They are looking for powder, and they keep waving the smoke

In my territory, I don't like people in mine

Well, whenever they dare, I'm in a crazy mood

Like the other day, some little Laki with a tattoo

He found me with blue torches while stirring some flour

He said: «Why are you in my territory?

The good spirit of the MUP is just offering you life imprisonment

Or an internship in my lobby", the decision is clear

And now he works for me, it's a lesser punishment for him

He'll make a few arrests for me, after that

A bullet in the middle of the forehead, Easy goodbye

He proclaimed amongst his babble that

The road is ruled by the mad boss Bijeli and he offers a job, a big one

And lucrative, I wisely arranged the figures

And I waited for invitations to see what the badgers had to offer

"Hello!"

— "I'm calling about baking powder."

"How long do you need?"

— «For the beginning seven packets, let's say

Tell me your price.»

— «Your entire earnings in cash

I want to see in my Bangladesh account.»

The character called me several times after that

We started making money from all kinds of people

But the day came when I told him: "Fucking cunt."

You know if you screw up, I'll play gummy-gummy with your spine.»

"No worries old man, here I am heading east."

"You know the procedure, 13 hours, everything else the same."

I sent Laki for the goods with the instructions:

"Beat the stench and leave him on the pillar of shame

The wound must not be fatal, I must arrest him afterwards

This is your last job, don't screw it up, see you later."

I was filming the situation from a distance

The guy got out of the car, I called and asked him

After a few minutes I get there and call for reinforcements

I report "New Zagreb, one dead, one wounded."

Lucky asks "'Who's dead?'

*sound of gunshots* - I answer

I leave the packet and prepare my hundred pieces

For sure…