Attaque 77 - Héroe Lyrics
If you were dead you wouldn't be missedsometime you wish you did never existShotin' the ghetto how lonely can you getwhere is his soul? I don't even knowin any project or ghetto who knows?no boundaries between hate and loveKing of the streets all over townnobody's hero, poverty's sacred soncreated just to hang on.Dark was the color, deep under his skinnobody know what is like to be him.That was the problem he never cared at allstill in the night we hear his gunalways at war fighting the lawI thought is was a deal in the darkKing of the streets all over townnobody's hero poverty's sacred soncreated just to hang on.So you got busted we know tht's a factIs in the papers Tv's and mags it was a paybackfor gangsta just like thatback in the hood the people would sayhe died fighting police all the way.Late in the night the secret could be kept