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I don't want to die

Mom, I don't want to die
I want to see if even me, I can do something good
Before the end
There are still many things that I have to understand
I still got mistakes to do
And new places to discover
 
Mom, I don't want to die
I still got too much microphones ready that are waiting for me
I'll still have a billion rhymes
I've drunk too much beer
I've got too much things to do
And if I die I hope that the grass that I keep between the books will not be smoky
I've still things to say
I still have the nightmares and devils behind the death that call
But I still want to have fun
I still have too much important movies that I want to watch
I still have the biggest dreams
I still have too much girls that I want to fuck
I still want to be heard
Even if inside I'll always have something that depresses me and represses me
Which forces me to stay still, only to suffer
Like the rocks on the sea
Like the rain falls on the coffins
I'm still thirsty, I'm still hungry
Mom, I swear I'll make you a son
I'll right away buy him some Nike and a camouflage vest
I know he'll be the coolest of the kindergarten
Hold him, look at him and put the mirror on his face
Forget everything and imagine that, in the end, I won
 
Mom, I don't want to die
Look at me, I vomit bile
I still don't really know what I want
But I know that I still have to suffer, yeh, yeh
I have still too much style
I still have a brain that is full of ideas
And a heart that is full of thorns
I still have bullets in my riffle
I still don't believe in love
For me, it's just an illusion
Like summer on the april's mornings
We are dancing in a minefield, avoiding the mines
Mom, I don't want to die
 

The City

I wrote you a song, big as a city
For when you are here outside and it's raining, the reality is not enough
When you don't know where you have to go, you can always come here
But withouth doing a thousand trips, close your eyes to get there
See where you are now, skyscrapers and jungle on the roof
Parrots will fly up, greet you, yes, early in the morning
From your bed I want you to watch the sea behind, or the mountain
This is a place to make you feel good, to make you feel great
Come here to walk barefoot on the snow
You know there are no stones on the streets
Go ahead, here you cannot fall
And the city protects you from all these people, their nastiness
And if the world crushes you, here you will only find light words
 
But who knows where to find you ?
This city, so big
In the endn it made us more alone
We are lost
We are not different
From those there outside
The way home
I know you remember
But when you come back
I don't know if you find me
And we are again more alone
 
This is a special place, the wrong people
The things that make you feel bad, cannot enter
What is happening ? We are locked inside and I've lost the key
And if we were those wrong people, people who get hurt
As long as I have strenght inside my legs
I'm looking for you in the little streets, the squares, everywhere
In this story it is true that I've put blood
I will find you to say to you that for me you are not important anymore
And now the city is shutting down, we are in the outskirts
You don't hear this song anymore, where every sentence is a way
Cats in the middle of garbage, among the lights of the police
I have arrived, now I'm coming home
 
But who knows where to find you ?
This city, so big
In the endn it made us more alone
We are lost
We are not different
From those there outside
The way home
I know you remember
But when you come back
I don't know if you find me
And we are again more alone
 

The Monster

Appearing here from a far-off world
The last hairy and giant monster
The only remaining example of a six-footed monster
 
How I would like to watch it pass by
What I would do to be able to touch it
What I would do...
 
They say that it is capable of killing a man
Not to defend itself, just because it isn't good
 
They say that they are accomplished scientists
A class of chosen men and sure people
But the only evident thing is that the monster is afraid
The monster is afraid...
 
It is searching for a place far from the evil
Certainly a cave in the woods would be ideal
But the only calm place is that old courtyard
The only space that there is for a large animal
 
They say: 'We're live...' the scoop is served
'...this is the monster's lair, we've followed it'
They say that they are a mob of reporters
A classe of chosen men and sure people
But the only evident thing
The only evident thing is that the monster is afraid
The monster is afraid
 
It's enough to spread the rumor that the monster is bad
Then to wait a minute and an army arrives
We are bombs and rifles, the attack is total
Special groups surround the old courtyard
 
They say that they're ready to shoot at the monster
'We'll take it dead or alive on the spot!'
They say that they are soldiers of action
A class of chosen men and sure people
But the only evident thing is that the monster is afraid
The monster is afraid
 
He would like to be lethargic and close his eyes
But he knows that lethargy only comes in winter
He reopens his eyes on the world, this world of monsters
That have only two feet but are much more monstruous
 
Just one thing remains for him,
To call his far-off world
He does it with all his breath, but always quieter
I would like to be able to save him, take him away on a train
Leave him after the rain, there under the rainbow