Attaque 77 - Hroe lyrics

If you were dead you wouldn't be missed sometime you wish you did never exist Shotin' the ghetto how lonely can you get where is his soul? I don't even know in any project or ghetto who knows? no boundaries between hate and love King of the streets all over town nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son created just to hang on. Dark was the color, deep under his skin nobody know what is like to be him. That was the problem he never cared at all still in the night we hear his gun always at war fighting the law I thought is was a deal in the dark King of the streets all over town nobody's hero poverty's sacred son created just to hang on. So you got busted we know tht's a fact Is in the papers Tv's and mags it was a payback for gangsta just like that back in the hood the people would say he died fighting police all the way. Late in the night the secret could be kept