Texty:
Biohazard Urban Discipline

I'm fed up, I've had it up to there Tell me what is good for me and my career Fuck you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things

Fascism, the epitome of ignorance Listen up, I'll give you a for instance People go hating for the color of skin Won't they learn, they'll never win

A man with a promise smashes down my door He sees a future with me, he's gonna give me more Give all your trust, I'm sure you won't regret Just sign the

I question, not me, it only happens to others I can't deny reality as life gets smothered If the lines can be read between Maybe you can tell me then

I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast In hating all of the bullshit you give me About my future, present and past Who are you to infringe

just the times we live in Maybe it's just urban discipline, urban discipline Urban discipline of another world There ain't no fucking proof, ooh The ways of urban

You're a fish out of water on the wrong side of the tracks Gather up the boys to come and get back We stand all together against the opposed We'll die

Preklad: Biohazard. Urban Disciplína.