Strangers Among Us

Again this flat, again the same faces through the smoke.
I shake their hands, but I feel like a stranger.
They yell "little brother", pat me on the shoulder,
And I just want to get in the ride and get the hell out of here.
Fake clothes, empty talks about life.
"Brother, hold on", what the hell is there to hold on to here?
We grew up in the same yard, kicked the same ball,
But now everyone here is their own executioner.
Counting numbers, dividing crumbs from the table,
Only ashes are left from your oaths.

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Strangers among our own. (Yeah, strangers)
We are just strangers among our own.
Sharing the same air, but it hasn't been for two for a long time.
Plastic smiles, homie-like moves,
But behind the back — not an ounce of respect.
I'm in this crowd, but hanging by a thread.
Strangers. We are strangers.


Studio, mic, beats pounding on the temples.
I'm sending this vibe across foreign cities.
But I return to the neighborhood — and there's a wall.
Seems like everyone's home, but the crib is f***...  so cold.
You're rubbing it in about loyalty, about family?
I see right through all this cheap hustle.
You hide your eyes when it smells like trouble,
But you're the first in line when we're splitting the bonuses.
Shady dudes, schemes, glasses with ice,
I'd rather be alone than with a "brotherhood" like this.


Everything changed.
Or is it me who changed?
Nah, just seemed like it.
The masks just fell off. Tired of playing.

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Strangers among our own. (Uh-huh)
We are just strangers among our own.
Sharing the same air, but it hasn't been for two for a long time.
Plastic smiles, homie-like moves,
But behind the back — not an ounce of respect.
I'm in this crowd, but hanging by a thread.
Strangers. We are strangers.


Just strangers...
Pack your things, the motor is already downstairs.
Come on, no hard feelings.
I'm on my own.