PA SPORTS - DEZEMBER (Official Video)

I am writing this letter for my

boys far too many have

not found peace our brother never got

well again I went on my way and

never looked back

indescribable feeling how deep this is

sitting right now the time at the race seems

so full to me as if it was yesterday for a

moment perform again in Central

Park sold 3 for 25 I can still

see him breaking down when the verdict is announced

my brother Ali is now

one of the junkies I am disgusted

if he gives me his hand today sounds

like betrayal but what good does it do me to

lie there are people we love

but no longer greet the boys

with paralage always at her feet today

she costs a few jets for a weekend

all [ __ ] these are not myths you

still find my name on the

trains famous become murderers unscrupulous

types and I'm going with my kids for a

few days in the south come to believe

it's December again years are

over but baby I remember I've got

enough money but I tick like a gangster

some things will probably never

change we used to plan routes a

plan we sampler some had to back

to their countries this area made me

a fighter you come to believe it

is December again I am writing

this letter for my city who would have

thought that one of them would ever make it

I know your underground car parks and I

know your prison I can get by anywhere

your school was too bad the world will

forget you if you don't make something of

yourself here because over there in Berlin

there was no room for nobes I

don't speak Malelli but I understand every sentence

and have never in my life acted like an

Arab [ __ ] with Sal your

street bins here packed I

miss you my brother we hang

out far too rarely and schomo his shoes

still talk a sentence and all the

new godparents eat again after 14

years backflash my lawyer screwed up

and told my mother that the thing

with rapping works can me remember we

never had anything today we have

money but the years are running out come to

believe it's December again years

Z over but

baby-worn but tick like a gangster

some things will probably never

change in the past we planned routes we

sler some had to go back to their

countries this area made me a

fighter come to believe it's

December again