Har Det - Murro, Omar

Glemmer aldrig den tid, hvor vi ikk' havde noget på lommen

Glemmer aldrig den tid, hvor de andre de hyggede, og vi

Alle de kolde vintre vi har holdt ud i kvarterets beton

Med fingere så kolde — ku' ingen gang hold' juu i en hånd, nej-nej

Men det var dengang

Bror, de havde ikk' så meget dengang

Tror, mama mistede håbet dengang

Når hun så ham i hans øjne, ku' hun ikk' kende ham, nej-nej

Gud havde en helt anden plan med ham

Med ham, med ham

Nu er lommen fyldt og kæden skinner

Skinner, skinner

De alle elsker jajo, prøv og hold' det laylow

Folk de snakker — nu min bror ind' og sid' igen

Shorta' altid tæt på - blinker blåt i ghettoen

Men der' ikk' så meget, de ka' gøre heromkring

For tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det, har det

Ja, tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det

Jeg, sagde «uh-uh»

Bror, prøv og se, hvor langt de nåede

Uanset hva' der sker, vil de altid være ghetto

Nu 'det lapper efter lapper, hva' for noget?

Når de ser på den nu

Ka' jeg se, at de tænker, «hva' der sket?»

Gud havde en helt anden plan med ham

Med ham, med ham

Nu er lommen fyldt og kæden skinner

Skinner, skinner

De alle elsker jajo, prøv og hold' det laylow

Folk de snakker — nu min bror ind' og sid' igen

Shorta' altid tæt på - blinker blåt i ghettoen

Men der' ikk' så meget, de ka' gøre heromkring

For tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det, har det

Ja, tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det

Bror, hvor' han hen?

(Hvor han hen?)

Forsvandt bar' - han vil' lav' sin peng'

Vi var opdelt — vil ha' flokken hjem

Følte mig alene, med hjertet der var sten

Følte tingene — alt der var sket

De her følelser — brænd system

Du ved, når det løber, løber

Min drenge, ja, de ser, ja, de trykker

Du ved, når de løber, løber

Hvis ikk' at de' sælgere, er de købere

De alle elsker jajo, prøv og hold' det laylow

Folk de snakker — nu min bror ind' og sid' igen

Shorta' altid tæt på - blinker blåt i ghettoen

Men der' ikk' så meget, de ka' gøre heromkring

For tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det, har det

Ja, tror mig, bror, vi har det, har det, har det

Never forget the time when we did not have anything in our pocket

Never forget the time when the others they cuddled and we

All the cold winters we have endured in the concrete of the neighborhood

With fingers so cold - ku 'never hold' juu in one hand, no-no

But that was then

Brother, they did not have that much back then

Think mama lost hope back then

When she saw him in his eyes, she could not recognize him, no-no

God had a completely different plan with him

With him, with him

Now the pocket is full and the chain is shining

Rails, rails

They all love jajo, try and keep 'it laylow

People they talk to - now my brother in 'and sit' again

Shorta 'always close - flashes blue in the ghetto

But there's' not much they can do about it

For believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it, have it

Yes, believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it

I, said «uh-uh»

Brother, try and see how far they got

No matter what happens, they will always be ghettos

Now that it's patch after patch, what's up?

When they look at it now

Can I see them thinking, "What happened?"

God had a completely different plan with him

With him, with him

Now the pocket is full and the chain is shining

Rails, rails

They all love jajo, try and keep 'it laylow

People they talk to - now my brother in 'and sit' again

Shorta 'always close - flashes blue in the ghetto

But there's' not much they can do about it

For believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it, have it

Yes, believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it

Brother, where is he going?

(Where is he going?)

Disappeared bar '- he wants to' make 'his money'

We were divided - want the herd home

Felt alone, with the heart there was stone

Felt things - everything that had happened

These emotions - burn system

You know when it runs, runs

My boys, yes, they see, yes, they press

You know when they run, run

If not 'they' sellers, they are buyers

They all love jajo, try and keep 'it laylow

People they talk to - now my brother in 'and sit' again

Shorta 'always close - flashes blue in the ghetto

But there's' not much they can do about it

For believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it, have it

Yes, believe me, brother, we have it, have it, have it