[Verse 1] The same house The same street Yet the past burns in every head My father used to say the same thing “shame doesn’t come with the skin” I’ve seen a hand slipping into a pocket I’ve seen cheap poison injected But I’ve seen work Sweaty palms And I’ve seen Who stepped out of this Tell Who do you blame If the face is a child And the heel is already a park from a wise man Who told him How much he’s worth If every word is just a stamp Stereotype image [Chorus] Nobody is born a thief They just put that in a box They write it boldly: “criminal His eyes” Then they wonder If he keeps his frame Nobody is born a drug addict It’s just a cheap way to go to the swamp If all you see is What’s easy to hate The mirror on the street looks back: “Is that all?” (is that all?) [Verse 2] It's easy to say: "all like this" While whispering in fear Who lives here Neighbor sells neighbor But the stamp lands on someone else's head Who stole the future from the table The big speeches The closed doors It's not the one who takes your money The one who picks bread from the trash at night I saw How the square opens up for a guy Because someone believed in him Not just the blood And I saw How another one slips down Because all he had left was this word: "in" [Chorus] Nobody is born a thief They just put that in a box They write it boldly: "criminal His eyes" Then they wonder If he keeps his frame Nobody is born a drug addict It's just a cheap way to go to the swamp If only that's what you see What's easy to hate The mirror is looks back on the street: “is that all?” (hey!) [Bridge] If you want to provoke Look around Who feeds hatred from night to morning A thief is Who sells his people for fear Not the Whose name lives in your mouth [Chorus] Nobody is born a thief They just put him in a box They write it boldly: “criminal His eyes” Then they wonder If he keeps his frame Nobody is born a drug addict It’s just a cheap way to the swamp If only you can see What’s easy to hate The mirror looks back on the street: “is that all? is that all?”
