[Verse: Inka]
I lie back, thinking of the days I'll live
Problems I'll meet to erase
Grey the world I live in, grey the world I build
According to my appetite my mouth to arm my mouth
Among them, though I've been among them, I'm bored
I'm sick of every one of them, so I've gone on my way
Alone
The world's so treacherous they'll eat you up till you find a foothold in the battle
Living in a black cell, carving walls
With the sole purpose of not getting lost in the crowd
Being a self-reliant person, breaking the law all my life
Representing Bong