I have a detached vision of the life I live
I don't waste time maintaining an approach that? negative
Basically I write and record
Without a real objective
I draw my ideas like frescoes in the primitive
Years have passed since the first meeting
Randomness? they wanted me to discover this world
The rap business
Rare commodity for a select few
Rap? my imagination, filling it with interests
I dropped the disco and found a new path
More and more? different with every breath and every sip
Without allies or contacts
With the irony of those around who threatened the first steps
I experienced moments of authentic solitude
Modifying tactics
/>Acquiring new rules
I remember looks of dissent
Veiled by the smiles of friends I had and lost over time
Rit 2 times
Yeh ell
Get down all
All my life
Running fast man
Get my hira
We don't spread love yet
No torcida
Boom ready to fight
Let me see ya'll
It was true love at first sight
My first conquest
My first emotion as an artist
A freestyle performance thrown into the fray
Among skeptical looks of people who don't even know? more? view
Bitter flavors typical of local rap
Which give a new face the appearance of an alien
Talent and skill were not enough
Entering the VIP elite
It seemed like a tough race
I still remember the days at home writing with the plates with the 33 laps full of dust
The jams around Italy
The nights spent in some basement making rhymes from battle
I remember the days of the fights
In a pack with my boys
Playing to be tough like bugsy
Without any precise idea about it, everyone with their own journey grew up side by side
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These days I'm obsessed with anxiety and insecurity
As a bored rapper looking for some certainty
I'm at an above average level
Refractory to the greed of those looking for a trend
I can't see anymore? the same faces at my table
And you sure aren't there? more? that energy that they envied me
All in all it works the same for me
I don't care about my lack of success I think that now
I have more? occasions in which I often confess
And I identify every old misstep of mine in hindsight
I don't torture myself with regrets, I have more? time than cash
I would like to make both of them profitable
I still have some remnants of pride
And in my head dejavu of every single memory of mine
I keep in mind the names and phrases as written
/>To settle the accounts and then make me disappear.
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