Product of society, good deeds necessarily Can't feed everyone, maybe not even one
They took away my liberty when I'm through security
Let me know what's sad, East is the new black
Don't do whatever to fit it together Tell me what we all are fighting for
Product of society, good deeds necessarily Can't feed everyone, maybe not even one
They can have this dirt, this pile of dirt But the East guy is ours
They can have this dirt, this pile of dirt But the East guy is ours
Ooh kicks off * goes wild


Palabras y canciones son tatuajes que ahora llevo yo
Son el tema musical de mi reflejo Las cosas que he vivido son las cosas que
me dan valor Hacen que me pueda ver en el espejo
Estas cicatrices son lo que soy
You know that's what I've been about
Estas experiencias son las que doy Producto de la calle soy
Lo bueno y el no es malo soy Esas son las cosas que me dan valor
Hey Sala, Apuki bachala En Mumbay nagri ajo fe lo do tong dala
Hey Sala, Apuki bachala En Mumbay nagri ajo fe lo do tong dala
Hey Sala, Apuki bachala En Mumbay nagri ajo fe lo do tong dala
Thinking heaven's dirt not my dirt But The big sky is ours
Thinking heaven's dirt not my dirt But The big sky is ours
Yeah, yeah, uh
Straight out the dirty dirt, it hurts if you slip
So sit down cause you black in my can, rip
I, son of the most fly, P-A-K to the I-I
Who walked the green mile to your parking lot?
Si, yo soy inmigrante, no refugee
Bollywood swag, baby, like we the king of the throne
Copy a movie, give it a twist and we call it our own
A convict's creed in a concrete jungle city
T.C., Mulla calling the sons of P.I.G.s
Through distorted speakers he plead
It's the corner shop carnival
And you're hearing it for free
They can have the circus, pot of dirt
But the sky is ours
They can have the circus, pot of dirt
But the sky is ours
They can have the circus, pot of dirt
But the sky is ours
They can have the circus, pot of dirt

But the sky is ours