…tracks, your game is like a spanish diseaces, you beat the people to the graves. You see nothing yourself, you are my friends ex-boyfriend, i never seen your face, you have been busy over the years, all the women look the same, you blackmale people of sex, you beat them anyway, you make money, like that, all the days.…

…inside your head Can't let it out Maybe someday is all you can say That is not a promise but a lie Found myself on the tracks Following my own traces Made myself my own shadow One vision, a distorted self-image Always…

…You like to beat human around the tracks, you are active all day, even more in the evening life, you really hunt women like crazy, you follow their lifes at homes, in your intelligente gates. You play with wi´hite…