We are always on the road,
Like birds flying away from cold
Our parents left us a long time ago,
They never returned back home

A few days ago we arrived here,
It is busy, and thatโ€™s what we fear
Gangsters live their own life,
They stab you with a knife

People are killed like flies,
But we hardly see a police van
Killers do not pay the price,
They continue to smoke cocaine

Children do not go to school,
They all think that it is cool
Doing things we do not condemn,
But who to guide them?

We are just new,
In this strange place