What do you know about me right now?
Nothing, FORTUNE for you is just empty sound.
No idea in your brain about this matter,
Who is this guy? Where is he from, from Ghetto?
He is no kind of settler,
He is not even black, his white,
And he don’t even know what to do right,
This world has two different sides.
Dark like night, full of spite,
White like swan, where is bad thought? None.
Fortune is staying on the crossroad,
The only things what he has got is the things which wrote.
He wants to run away from trouble,
To do it, he have to scramble,
To scramble to this mountain named life,
He doesn’t want his life to be rife.
Boring day, from week to the week,
Stop thinking about it, I’m sick.
No boredom in fate,
This is the type of life which I hate.
Adventures and health for centuries,
Most of the things are at a venture.
This is what I was talking about,
The lifestyle which make me proud,
He’ll reach his target, no doubt.
Maybe you found out about me from this rhymes one thing,
It is the way I think. Maybe something more,
I don’t know, but my time is over, I got to go.