| Revolting manner of handling power | |
| Perpetrating lies and misery | |
| Fifty years of progress in five | |
| People living only to survive | |
| The child is suffering a mother's deadly dream | |
| I'm fed up to see them being mistreated | |
| I'm always feeling like | |
| I'm being cheated | |
| No honest meanings the way | |
| I'm treated | |
| Multi racial society | |
| Degradation of liberty | |
| Urban warfare at all levels | |
| Politicians rethinking his measures | |
| I'm deep inside | |
| A sea of mud | |
| The underground | |
| South of the world | |
| Can't control my urge | |
| Rule my urge | |
| Can't control my urge | |
| Ruled by urge | |
| Between the shacks and arid soil | |
| The concrete jungle with trees of steel | |
| Between the millions confronting faces | |
| Confusing crowds with distant traces | |
| Soldiers out there drug dealing | |
| Warriors of the raw feelings | |
| Side line control trespassing over | |
| Dictating rules and committing the crimes | |
| I'm deep inside | |
| A sea of mud | |
| The underground | |
| South of the world | |
| Can't control my urge | |
| Rule my urge | |
| Can't control my urge | |
| Ruled by urge |