For those who grow up in ghettos,
in areas abandoned to themselves.
For those who are under stress,
for those who every day is always a gamble.
Parts in power, sister:
still people who are falling, still too many
problems,
still too many kids in the system,
who go out of their minds, too many idiots.
Guys without money who they carry out robberies
and if they only wanted to work illegally,
with each other, but how many Judas,
who hug each other and then screw it up.
If you go in the Congo I feel like I'm in the Bronx:
upright kids who pose as bosses,
one look wrong and they even attack you,
you say another word and they break your bones.
Organised unemployed,
punches given, but still nothing has changed.
Growed up near a social centre,
abnormal for people who look at me strange.
If he comes from my area, he comes to the zoo,
you see the Vikings and you understand who they are,
he comes after me so that if he doesn't sink,
don't go after anyone because otherwise he'll make money for himself.
Without education even if I go to school,
when I speak Italian I always make some mistakes.
I make noise even at three in the afternoon
and I don't give a damn about people who at this time sleeps.
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We are in the dark, inside a ghetto,
people are falling in the middle of the garbage,
people who want to get out, who break their fences:
then it remains in the same shit!
We are in the dark, inside a ghetto,
people banging each other from behind the gates,
some resign ourselves, some rack their brains :
After all, tomorrow it's always the same shit!
But what do you know about the Moroccan who
wants to sell you
of course the lighter in Via Marina
in front at a traffic light, in front of a microphone:
do not ask the street artist for his autograph.
Street! But what did you understand? In the midst of the terrorists, with the thugs against the cops, the poor against the rich, the communists against the fascists, the extortionist, the Camorra.
Don't even try to sleep at night anymore,
you always breathe the same dirtier air
for Montefibbre and then the bone factory:
all we need is the incinerator and we're all set!
Thugs who come under you,
they want everything you have on you,
with a gun, with a knife in your hand:
Give me All or of I'm shooting!.
Keep your eyes open, pay attention where you're going,
when you go out be careful who you hang out with,
don't trust that you never know
and try not to get in in the midst of trouble.
We are in the South, too many things are wrong:
the problem is that we lack money:
desperate kids run away to the north,
but they aren't well either and they go back .
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