Kjiva

A bird who wants to fly high will never frighten of sky

I'm raised from gutter to protect another gutter

Why should i expect yes cos everything i get no

If thousands of Marathi people follow me that means they want revolution on Marathi land.

When i look to my past i'm not believe in god but for future god is hope.

I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life.

Laugh with fake id's but i have permanent license of pain in eyes

Winner goes with the flow, History Maker against the flow

Nobody cares if I die for fighting Marathi breed.

Dealing with pain for surviving on this thirsty concrete