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Location: MOTHER RUSSIA
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Biography
Remembering and praying
I was born in Moscow in '70 on the city's edge
Testosterone hit me hard and early
By 4, I was cursing like a sailor, back in kindergarten
Girls first showed me their little secrets then
Then came school, smelly uniforms, fights, and glue
That's how I grew strong, it's true
I'd steal money from the locker room
Started smoking at 8, threw my first punch at 11
Ditched my parents, hung out with friends at the dump
Army boots and tracksuits, Brezhnev croaked, I hit the gym pump
Bought boxing gloves, got them stolen at school
Found them, gave Vitya and Kolya hell, the fools
Linoleum, bloodstains, got put on the watchlist
Broke into a shed at night, earned respect, time ticked
Dodged the army with a kidney excuse, beat up a cop drunk
Moved in with my girl in Kuryanovo
Started robbing businessmen with my buddies on Rizhskaya
Killed a gypsy woman, it just happened that way
Ended up in federal prison, got my first Mercedes
Got hooked on heroin bad, Butyrka cured me, thanks to Kera
Trial, a year later, the sentence, fifteen years
The North, mosquitos, solitary, hardened faces, fears
Got involved in a scheme, jumped a sucker from the courthouse
Went to the woods to eat his flesh, freight train, hitchhiking south
Moscow, chilling with the bros, no doubt
New ID, new job, new wheels
Solving problems, mountains of coke deals
Got married, protecting banks, living large in Taganka
My son was born, my mother died, tanned for half a year in Cuba
Rum, coconuts, tired of banging mulatto babes, it's true
Flight back to Moscow, reception at Sheremetyevo, they're closing in tight
Didn't get to feed the pigeons, started poking, asking where's the cash, alright?
Remembered the changed passport, pulled out old files
They realized, this passenger's dangerous, full of wiles
Took me to a house in the country
Locked me in the basement, like a tomb, so uncanny
Demanding the stash, the bitches, they whacked all our crew
I refused, and then one day, through and through
Their leader walks in with another asshole in tow
They pull out their service pistols, jackets off, you know
"Haven't changed your mind?", I hear, "Nope, I say, bros"
I remembered an evening by the river, barbecue, how I gave Anya a thrill, God knows
Bros with beers, damn, we knew how to have a good time, chills
A pair of Makarovs stared my way
Like my mother's eyes when she was laid to rest that day
Fuck me, how great it was in Havana, I say
Sunsets, shorts, palm trees sway
I see them release the safety catch, no delay
Remembered my son, the boxing gloves, my guardian angel's grace
The first bullet entered my arm, painful, bitch
The second hit my cheek, the crooked prick
Spat three teeth onto the concrete floor
Then into my leg and stomach, they grabbed their jackets, that's for sure
Talking about their own shit, forgot about me, I'm sore
Blood filled my mouth, that's it, I'm done, what's more
