SHY GUY Testo

Bricks are on the street Windows are dropped by the fire burning heat Pistol shots ring out in the night I'm standing right away from the streetfight Cars and trash vans are in a burn And here on this place is no love to earn Smoke is spreading allover the place And I keep on going my longsome way I dont' really know what's up Plastic bullets are shotted right into the mob The violence get out of hand Now I'm the target of the water cannon and Shit, there is young peoples blood And charity is buried in the mud I change my mind and take a fistfull of stones Throw it against (the) police to break all their bones I forget my name, forget who I am Start to hit this fucking police man I have to fullfil my secret mission In this world of pain and racism Blood on his face: Blood on my shirt: SHY GUY dont mess around with me SHY GUY shut your fucking mouth