What we are living is a time of competition  day by day blows the same old breeze   one close to the other waiting for the gun shot   whose finger's in the trigger?   trampling, joking, fooling   what's the target of your life?   While the situation's getting harder   there's who's got no land but there's no wonder   what a gamble in these days   There's who looks for something few people know   what they're really alming at   when money's the ruler of everything   what can we do for justice to survive     RIT:We gonna ban the hate together, together   it's time to make a plan   for the landless riders   We gonna ban the hate together, together   it's time to make a change     Miles and land are gone bundle on their shoulders   mobs that follow their own light   when the time will come   happy rhythm   solution to the plight   What's the target .... (e continua come sopra)     RIT: