Pas På Dig Selv - Pede B

Står foran min opgang med hænderne i jakken

Og venter på min ven der skal hente mig klokken tretten

Kommer trillende ned af gaden og nedsætter farten

Med så høj musik gamle mennesker tænker han er fra den

Det typisk ham den der cocky stil

Sætter mig op i hans bil får en hånd og et smil

Sir' ik' så meget til hinanden, men det da klart for fanden

For når bassen rammer i panden så lammer det forstanden

Han lever på skyggesiden laver mønter om natten

Han er skolet i det shit ik' en begynder i klassen

Den der ballade stil kan tit ende op i fælder

Hvor folk har flækkede tænder og knækkede lemmer

Så mange mennesker jeg kender har set fængselsceller

Der vil jeg bare så nødig se ham bli' den næste der ender

Det tænker jeg, men jeg sir' ik en skid

Hvad ved jeg, har selv lavet en del beskidt i min tid

Så hey

Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)

Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade

Blandt de mennesker på gaden

Som man elsker at at hade

Folk blir' knækket derude

For ik' at læg en facade — X2

Møder min ven i byen der er pissed off på sin yngre bror

Der render rundt, laver massere shit og føler sig stor

Til han fucker op og dem han skylder besøger hans mor

Giver min ven lyst til at brormand skal føle hans knoer

For han skaber sig fjender der' mer' end slemme

Min ven lægger ud for dummebøder, penge han nok ik' ser igen

Men fuck den risiko, karma er en sippet so

Penge er nødvendige i et coke og heroinmisbrug

Han er teenager, fanget allerede

Storbror må træde til hver gang at mange vil gi' ham flade

Så det drama og ballade, intet nemt ved det spil

Når afvænnings programmer herhjemme stinker af helvede til

Et par uger i program, et klap på skulderen og et ses senere

Men, størstedelen kommer tilbage, det helt sikkert

Så hvad gør man, ta' og kom med et bud

Fuck at tude, vi drak os ned at blocke det ude

Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)

Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade

Blandt de mennesker på gaden

Som man elsker at at hade

Folk blir' knækket derude

For ik' at læg en facade — X2

Familien har ik' været det samme siden du bestemte at løve'

Rundt efter penge til ting der gør dig ekstra sløv

Gode råd er ik' nemme at køve'

For hvis du ik' får det du skal ha' så ryster du som et espeløv

Da du boede hos os var jeg for lille til at se det

Min far var tit sur på dig, jeg syns' du virkede alene

Og det svært at fortælle

Men sidst jeg rendte ind i da mester var du i færd med at stjæle

Tro mig — dengang ville jeg gøre alt for dig

Ville ønske du ikke valgte den vej, eller den ik' valgte dig

Tingene kan sgu dreje rundt på en split sekund

Det dumt, du mit kød og blod, og det gør pisse ondt

Jeg tænker stadig inderst inde, du for klog til det

Løber rundt omkring hurtigt, og kan ik' stå stille

Livet på kanten er hårdt og du låst i det

Det skod at se en god mand som dig gå til spilde

Okay

En der distribuerer det en der bare ser på det

En for hvem konsekvenserne blir' destruerende

Jeg kender alle parter, har ventet på ambulancer

Hader stoffer for alt den fucking smerte de har bragt mig

Hvem klodser, hvem er tosser, hvem har nosser

Og hvad helvede skal det hele i grund egentlig gøre godt for

De tre folk er tre sider af samme ting

Fanget i jagten på det bedre og nettet strammer ind

Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)

Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade

Blandt de mennesker på gaden

Som man elsker at at hade

Folk blir' knækket derude

For ik' at læg en facade — X2

Standing in front of my stairwell with my hands in my jacket

And waiting for my friend to pick me up at thirteen

Comes rolling down the street and slows down

With such loud music old people think he is from it

It typically him that cocky style

Putting me up in his car gets a hand and a smile

Sir 'ik' so much to each other, but that then clear to hell

Because when the bass hits the forehead, it paralyzes the mind

He lives on the shadow side making coins at night

He's schooled in that shit ik 'a beginner in class

The one that ballad style can often end up in traps

Where people have cracked teeth and broken limbs

So many people I know have seen prison cells

There I just want to see him be the next one to end

I think so, but I'm not saying shit

What do I know, have even made quite a bit dirty in my time

So hey

Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)

Will so reluctant to see you end up in trouble

Among the people on the street

As one loves to hate

People are being broken out there

For not laying a facade - X2

Meets my friend in town who is pissed off on his younger brother

Running around, doing mass shit and feeling great

Until he fucks up and those he owes visit his mother

Makes my friend want brother to feel his knuckles

For he creates enemies there 'more' than bad

My friend pays stupid fines, money he probably will not see again

But fuck the risk, karma is a sipped sow

Money is needed in a coke and heroin addiction

He's a teenager, already trapped

Big brother has to step in every time that many will give him flat

So that drama and trouble, nothing easy about that game

When detox programs at home stink of hell

A few weeks in program, a pat on the shoulder and one seen later

But, the majority will come back, that for sure

So what do you do, take and come up with a bid

Fuck that toot, we drank ourselves down to block it out

Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)

Will so reluctant to see you end up in trouble

Among the people on the street

As one loves to hate

People are being broken out there

For not laying a facade - X2

The family has not 'been the same since you decided to lion'

Around for money for things that make you extra lethargic

Good advice is not 'easy to buy'

Because if you do not get what you need, you shake like an aspen leaf

When you lived with us I was too small to see it

My father was often angry with you, I think you seemed alone

And it's hard to tell

But the last time I ran into that master you were about to steal

Believe me - back then I would do anything for you

Wish you did not choose that path, or it did not choose you

Things can damn well turn around in a split second

It's stupid, you my flesh and blood, and it hurts piss

I'm still thinking deep down, you're too smart for that

Runs around fast, and can not stand still

Life on the edge is hard and you are locked into it

It's a shame to see a good man like you go to waste

Okay

Someone who distributes it someone who just looks at it

One for whom the consequences are 'destructive

I know all parties, have been waiting for ambulances

Hate drugs for all the fucking pain they've brought me

Who blocks, who is crazy, who has balls

And what the hell is it all supposed to really do good for

The three people are three sides of the same coin

Trapped in the pursuit of the better and the net tightens

Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)

Will so reluctant to see you end up in trouble

Among the people on the street

As one loves to hate

People are being broken out there

For not laying a facade - X2