[Lex - The Makizar:]
The man of the year 2000 sees no further than his shadow*
Is convinced that he will form his opinion on this world
By drawing from that of the greatest number
And that he will be nothing until he has everything
Nor sees his name at the top of the poster
A rat among many others or a demon among so many beings
Seek to shine like a star
And in this world, to be the best
Happiness in the image of a greenback
L The man of the year 2000 has more than one jacket to achieve his reign
And like everyone else he believes he is like no other
Illusion which resonates even in the corridor of love
Besides, in this matter, failure has outdone him
Behind his steps
He leaves crumbs
Children's dream but knows that sooner or later love separates us
In short, deep down he doesn't know
A guy who is not very clean and who shines
Equipped with Bling Bling
A victim of his time forged by stereotypes
The man of year 2000
It's him, it's her
And she wants more than the day before
The good old days when the beautiful were content to keep silent
Not enough momentum to slide between the boxes, unconsciously
Helps to make massacres disappear
Dirty hands shape it as they wish
It is the soap of a system which promises land
And sometimes even the woman in his life
Reduced his desires into needs to channel the flame
His desire to make a name for himself or to find the fault, to find the fault
A guy too ill-polished who plays his life like in Monopoli
Runs big cars and treats the rest of the world as a has-been
Aspires to luxury and hopes that it lasts as long as he breathes
He follows not like his peers, looking for affection in a club
Makes believe that he is having fun over a glass of tise, spliff
Or when on the internet he broadcasts
Photos of his evenings, dead drunk
He only lives through images without understanding the expression "to live dead"
The man of the year 2000
It's also her
She who sees herself as beautiful
Perhaps she is the one who thinks that the navel of the planet is her
The raw verb
Zero degree respect in being
Yes, the appearance is master
But beneath the appearance there is wind in fact
He hesitates to arm himself with a caliber against the eyes that are pointing at him
Hunted by fear and the heavens, paralyzed to the nerves
One stifles one's revolutionary instinct
In 2-0-0-8 and so on
On the cobblestones of the beach, flat vision
br/>Men from the year 2000, there are plenty of them so
When it reaches the end of its life we u200bu200bwill replace it
We will replace it...

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