With my hands in my pockets. And I'm moving forward forward forward forward. Who said all the rules are made with rulers. We break 'em and break in their computers. I ain't buying no more from them looters. Who try to out school us. So we jump on our scooters. I hope you understood us. When we say. We don't make that money on the violence. That's why we don't do the silence. We don't make that money on the violence. That's why we don't do the silence. Do you know me punk?. I'd do you punk. With my hands in my pockets. And I'm moving forward forward forward forward. They say I pick big battles with the government. Immigration departments. For the people who live in the tenements. Our voices carry our sentiments. We sprinkle your coffee with the cinnamon. We're made of ladies and gentlemen. From the street to [?]. We could take on all your nations