Sleepless night, inky black hand, morning follows evening, I try to see between dream and reality, it's stressful, my guys ready to burn everything, represent. Sunny afternoon, I sleep with a pen under the pillow, FF attacks and your dragon hasn't woken up, abstract lyrics: is this an effect of my insomnia? el sinté is a story of insomnia. I spent nights getting pissed off like never before alone or surrounded by everyone during all these years, experienced this difficulty in falling asleep as if I was going to stand before the judge, this need to hang out outside even under the flood, these evenings which last until dawn talking about everything, about us, about the world, until tears come to our eyes, these moments of joy, these tears of laughter, this feeling of good to be,
which take nothing away from our pain of living in the calmest moments, at night we stress as soon as there is a means we break away making trips to the cash register observing life and piav for pleasure drunkenness, we see more young people and, in their eyes the same
sadness. We see all kinds of people like strangers and friends, snobs and bells, whores and so on, at night, in the street some will say that it's rubbish but just think of those who watch the moon from their cell.. ..
with bloodshot eyes I don't even know where the cash register is taking us anymore, at night it's unhealthy but I feel so good in it, at night it's crime and theft, pimps and whores , hard to deny what we are linked to, the darkness makes us think, even pr
ier: need to bend, to blink, to keep vigils and for that to happen, we must not forget. The night is pleasure, it's risk, between crazy evenings and cop sirens, each moment experienced remains unique made up of simple things like finding yourself in a crate of 5 to taste zik and to relax. to take for the godfathers of the city or to hang around to hold a few girls, to exchange glances with the civilians, that's what the night is, it's better to be clever and clever
The night, made of sex, of dreams, The night, made of stress, of hatred, made of joy, of pain, Even if it's not always sweet and rosy, the night is how we play our roles wonderfully. ...
I met crazy people, young people who waste themselves on coke and alcohol, guys who have just come out of the metal, homeless people who only have the ground for mattresses . At night, we laugh but our visions are not funny, serious accidents, some come close to death, all this blackened this fucking scenery, we must love this fucking hardcore life because we ask for it again and again.
br/>Guys are looking for a seat in this bar, bring them back, count to 10 and we leave, in good company a barge sound in the 205 red, red, turn up the bass, let the speakers move, move hot night, let's go all right before saying good by,
we are ready to fight the darkness encourages our marginalities is our rap increasing the crime rate? as soon as the sun sets we follow the rules we are stiff and always against those who hold the reins, when the stars shine
another atmosphere reigns: is it a dream or real? I don’t know but that’s what we like. it's the right time to externalize, to turn a broken heart into stone it's the right time to steal, drink or fuck, at night I prefer to control her than to crush her with blood, with blood blood of shot we like the evenings in the night, and wherever we go, we leave a smell of rabble, concrete yeah rabble, we don't care about the penal code, at night we evacuate stress, pressure and disappointment,
in the open air I'm suffocating, I have to say that I'm under tension, ask the reuf at 143 echou star who is the champion of all categories of late nights. we're a delivery guy, which means that one evening at 6 a.m., we're smoking the last joints and seriously overlooking a bench, nothing very exciting, damn, what are we waiting for while we're knows that nothing more will happen? life follows its course, the day regains its rights, the real world finds its rules and its laws, for the rest of the episode see you this evening since dawn has taken over this black sky.
At night...

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