Замерзший Район (Олдскул Рэп)

Winter in the city, breath turning into smoke Ain't nothing funny, life is far from a joke The wind howling through the alleys like a screaming ghost We out here trying to survive, doing the absolute most Hands frozen, huddled up by the burning barrel Cold streets! Surviving the freeze! Cold streets! The sirens wailing in the distance, a familiar tune Underneath the cold light of the winter moon You gotta have a heart of ice to make it out here Where weakness is a scent and they feed on the fear I zip up the parka, lace up the heavy boots Cold streets! Surviving the freeze! Cold streets! You see the desperation in the eyes of the youth I'm just a reporter, delivering the ugly truth No fairy tales, just the grit and the grime Trying to elevate my people through the rhythm and rhyme!