Put down your weapon
Put down your weapon
Put down your weapon
Put down your weapon
Stop it (?), show yourself
Hard to ask someone to put it down when you see several picking it up
From the neighborhood where it happens o' they handle us like air
As many times as it happened without anything being done
For all the kids who went astray, they lost their lives in our town
Because it's over when it pops, it bleeds so it gushes
O' the dreams, they go out because death is not pretending
But the borders, they are crossed because money continues to attract
But the truth we wrestle, I wish it could be stopped
I hope
To those up there looking down
"Wild West bang-bang," here no play
Yesterday two died, see no one died
I say "put them down," they say "Bro, sometime"
He died for a char, was cut for a char
Life for money, new day, new angels
Run enough, enough now, baby, I run it
99 behind me, we one hunnid
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Life is a motherfuckin' bitch (Fuckin' bitch)
You'll do anything to get rich (To get rich)
Must go hard
He was 15 when he walked the street on our farm (Yeah, yeah)
Gangbang like your big brother
Was going to pick one, he got popped himself (Pa-pa-pa!)
Tell me what you fight for, he's gone even when you get your revenge
Put down your weapon
Brothers kill brothers, only more blood is spilled
Put down your weapon
Kill and be killed, we lose another
Put down your weapon
An eye for an eye, leaving the whole town blind
Put down your weapon
Before you regret yourself
The area is sick, swears, it's colder than before
Now your call full of gunpowder, people get called god (Yeah)
Young lives taken away, families bereaved
Can say what you want but it can never be embellished
Killed over money, here it's killed over power (Power)
Scattered over the meadows when fate caught up (Kapp)
This one for all the angels, the ones who leave us too soon
Here in places Sweden has left as if it was premeditated by the man
Back the man
My brother from day one has never played anything
Put down your weapon because many have passed away
Scary o' va naked when everyone releases shots
O' one more buried, wondering how mother was
Understands that honor is at stake and that he is the one who made a mistake
But it has become distorted
Pray o' keep praying, let guns rest in peace
What will your mother do with your honor when you rest in peace
Put down your gun, put down your gun
Whats the point? Get to the point
Speak from the heart, speak from the heart
Everything goes if you want, you can change
Now listen, nobody's perfect
Fix it if it goes wrong
Never give up, never let go
Toddlers learning, so put down your gun
From throwing stones in the yard to o' throwing stones in the yard
From va' stoned, pull spliff in the yard to tombstones in the cemetery
In the wrong direction with the speed of the bullet
They blame the victims, although we know where the policy tactically failed
Therefore, the no-go zone is where we, yes, quite a bit
No self-confidence, it's enough if you say something wrong
Leave bloody and delicious as a warm sorbet
Lay down, brother, no fucking game
Put down your weapon
If you don't want to spend your life in a cell
Put down your weapon
Before you shoot someone you love
Put down your weapon
Before your brother's death becomes the conscience you carry
Put down your weapon
Before you regret yourself
The world is so cold
Nowadays problems are solved with guns
Love disappeared, one is deceived by the sheytan
You must think, must be a better man
The street is hard, county, the street no play
You are being chased by aina, must always be discreet
There is nothing here to collect, only blood and lots of betrayal
So put down your weapon for nothing e late
You will never come home, come home, home, home again
He bet on training, he was going to be the next legend
Don't want to hear gunshots in the area
In my heart, the place is so beautiful
Unfortunately, we have to take power ourselves
Because the power seems to say like "F*ck them"
Tell me, why is that?
We've taken it to a new level
We should aim higher at our goals
Only the shots are aimed high, no one shoots low
He was known to the police, all you see in the headlines
Applause from the crowd as we bury cousins
How many more times will we have to sing this song
To be able to make you understand
How are we going to reach the young people?
Think you are defending your right to keep your stomach full
That's what your argument sounds like, but there are other ways
Put down your weapon!
They are tracts o' metals, yup on the steering wheel or the call
They took my brother to the grave
Aa the many who wear it who want to get out of misery, yeah
Put down your weapon
I pray for my brother o' I see o' I believe
If he uses talent he can get somewhere, yeah
