For Sent - RH

Lå-lå, lå-lå, lå-lå, lå-lå

Er vi på eller hvad?

Endnu et skud er blevet affyret

Endnu en bror som er gået bort

Endnu en mor som er knust

Det' ikk ham, men det' hende, som du ramt' hårdt

Det' ung' drenge, der bli’r sendt ud for at lave en drive-by

Er det bare mig, eller er der noget galt?

Hvem er vi til at gøre Guds arbejd'?

For jeg savner den tid, hvor vi, vi ku' gå på gaden

Uden at tænk' på en kugl' den ku' flyve forbi

Bror, hjælp mig lige, la' os handle nu

Før den næste generation falder i

Brormand, fortæl mig, hvor langt vil de gå?

Ska' det ende med, min lillebror spiller bold i gården

Med en skudsikker vest på?

En skudsikker vest på

Når de ruller forbi dem, og ruller vinduet ned

Har de glemt den almægtige?

En dag ska' de allesammen med

Der' ingen gangsters i Paradis, det' noget, vi allesammen ved

Du vil stå til regnskab for alt

Ingenting ta’r du med i din grav

Hverken penge eller dyrebare ting

Hva' hjælper dit liv, når din sjæl er alen'?

Na-na-nah

Ingenting ta’r du med i din grav

Ta' dig sammen, før dit navn står på en gravsten

Ingen vej tilbage, for nu' alting for sent

Ingen vej tilbage, for nu' alting for sent

Tænker på, hvor dine forældre kom fra, ah-ah

Stak af fra bomber og livet i en bunker

De flygted' derfra for at finde fred

Men de misted' deres søn på en dansk jord

Skyderi hver dag på en ny gade

Endnu en søn taget fra hans mor

Det' på tide, vi holder sammen, før vi mister flere af vores egn'

Ingenting her er ligesom dengang, hvor et barn var et barn

Folk her er gået over stregen

Ingenting her er ligesom dengang

Brormand, fortæl mig, hvor langt vil de gå?

Ska' det ende med, min lillebror spiller bold i gården

Med en skudsikker vest på?

En skudsikker vest på

Når de ruller forbi dem, og ruller vinduet ned

Har de glemt den almægtige?

En dag ska' de allesammen med

Der' ingen gangsters i Paradis, det' noget, vi allesammen ved

Du vil stå til regnskab for alt

Ingenting ta’r du med i din grav

Hverken penge eller dyrebare ting

Hva' hjælper dit liv, når din sjæl er alen'?

Na-na-nah

Ingenting ta’r du med i din grav

Ta' dig sammen, før dit navn står på en gravsten

Ingen vej tilbage, for nu' alting for sent

Ingen vej tilbage, for nu' alting for sent

For nu' alting for sent

For nu' alting for sent

Og de ruller forbi dem, og ruller vinduet ned

Der' ingen gangsters i Paradis, det' noget, vi allesammen ved

Du vil stå til regnskab for alt

(Lå-lå, lå-lå)

Laa-laa, laa-laa, laa-laa, laa-laa

Are we on or what?

Another shot has been fired

Another brother who has passed away

Another mother who is heartbroken

It's not him, but it's her that you hit hard

The 'young' boys who are sent out to make a drive-by

Is it just me or is something wrong?

Who are we to do God's work?

Because I miss the time when we, we could walk the streets

Without thinking of a bullet that could fly by

Brother, just help me, let's act now

Before the next generation falls in

Brother, tell me, how far will they go?

Should it end with my little brother playing ball in the yard

With a bulletproof vest on?

A bullet proof vest on

As they roll past them, and roll down the window

Have they forgotten the Almighty?

One day they will all join

There are no gangsters in Paradise, we all know that

You will be accountable for everything

You take nothing to your grave

Neither money nor valuables

What good is your life when your soul is alone?

Na-na-nah

You take nothing to your grave

Get your act together before your name is on a tombstone

No way back, for now' everything too late

No way back, for now' everything too late

Thinking about where your parents came from, ah-ah

Run away from bombs and life in a bunker

They fled from there to find peace

But they lost their son on Danish land

Shooting every day on a new street

Another son taken from his mother

It's time we stick together before we lose more of our own

Nothing here is just like when a kid was a kid

People here have crossed the line

Nothing here is as it was back then

Brother, tell me, how far will they go?

Should it end with my little brother playing ball in the yard

With a bulletproof vest on?

A bullet proof vest on

As they roll past them, and roll down the window

Have they forgotten the Almighty?

One day they will all join

There are no gangsters in Paradise, we all know that

You will be accountable for everything

You take nothing to your grave

Neither money nor valuables

What good is your life when your soul is alone?

Na-na-nah

You take nothing to your grave

Get your act together before your name is on a tombstone

No way back, for now' everything too late

No way back, for now' everything too late

For now' everything too late

For now' everything too late

And they roll past them, and roll down the window

There are no gangsters in Paradise, we all know that

You will be accountable for everything

(Lao-lao, lao-lao)