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Mortal

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I smile in public, I shield myself from what I've inside
Give me the brain, I switch it off
She's beautiful without the lipstick
Two hundred dreams, never bought a drawer1
I'm, I'm getting old
The worries I have, I'll get more later
Now I don't care about anything, I'm in my mood
You go to the studio, just noise comes out
I rap on the beat, I feel nothing
Like when 3D spins seven of them
When I rap on the mic, it's a shooting gallery
I end another CD, sign a check
They ask where the trick is, cold nights
Who do you want to fool? I don't stop
I think about bad things and I punch the boxing bag
I suffer for everything, I write a lyric, it's dope, ok
I rap well, I don't get bored
I hear a thousand things, in my tracks I don't talk only about my wallet
Easy money are an hustle, wake up
You know who I am already, I pursue a mission
I seek a vision out of these schemes
I wonder what is the point of what I achieve
I always learn more from the things I loose
 
I said stop to so much bullshit
Locked up with some people that should be killed
When at school, looking out of the window
Disappointing my mother, hating my father
Scars, paranoia got worse
I loved women that were spoiled cunts
Steps forward, but you get back to what you were
Sometimes I'm not as strong as you think
 
I can't open doors, I keep inside
The evil I have, I bring it everywhere
To touch the chords of those who suffer
You must touch the bottom where it's darker
I try to move on, lengthen this run
Overtake death, avoid its grip
 
I could step aside, stand at my place
Pretend to be great and do the opposite
To live of art, to ignore its cost
Between the traumas I have
That don't get erased by the stuff I wear
It doesn't damage me the drug I take
Not more rather than keeping me safe
New CD, still classics
Who listens to me and wants to get killed
Bro, Kill Bill, five steps and you're dead
Where do you collect these money? C'mon
You smoke gas, you blow up
Only good meals in my house
Zero parsimony, I bring the bread, raise the chorus
It's the procedure, you play, listen to me and then tone it down
I write twenty-three new rhymes (Wow)
They say: 'Nayt, where he goes, he kills it', bud I don't have the body of Bud Spencer
The flow catches you, slaps you
You rap, it seems a track of Baustelle (You wish)
3D on the beat, I must admit you're not worthy
The ceiling collapses, the club's roof
You make it to the chart and suck anyway
Rap is no more fashionable, thank God
I hope it was worthy, I was fighting not to end up alone
When I look back to all the shit, I think 'I don't want to die sober'
One day I'd like to give up, work off this hate
Try to be good, to share gold
Not to burn ten rolling papers per hour
This stuff doesn't complete me anymore
 
I said stop to so much bullshit
Locked up with some people that should be killed
When at school, looking out of the window
Disappointing my mother, hating my father
Scars, paranoia got worse
I loved women that were spoiled cunts
Steps forward, but you get back to what you were
Sometimes I'm not as strong as you think
 
I can't open doors, I keep inside
The evil I have, I bring it everywhere
To touch the chords of those who suffer
You must touch the bottom where it's darker
I try to move on, lengthen this run
Overtake death, avoid its grip, uh-uh-uh
 
  • 1. In Italian, the expression 'to have a dream in the drawer' is equivalent to the English 'to have a secret dream'.


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25.11.2024

Chrysanthemum





(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
 

(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
 

(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
 


25.11.2024

Mr. Gershwin





In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 


25.11.2024

In Vain





Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
 

I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
 

You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
 


25.11.2024

Going even further (Reprise)





Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further