For fear For fear we abdicate to admire the wonderful landscapes that exist beyond the border of the tumor For fear Ideology without action is ideological fraud Orgasm without love is just physiological discharge I came from privation and subsidies You are a depression of suicide I have the genes of a legionnaire I'm a visionary genius in any literary genre I have grammatical moles and emotional folios My eyes are funerals Your shirt teaches hardness We feel a shock in your wrist, it's an inappropriate You are a talk of being a scum I'm a bullet to get into history Rhyme to zeda, don't bring me down, only losses where I fit I'm not left-handed, I'm right-handed, of course Your self-esteem is obvious Only God has his own love In Tugo, my father was just a raffero Only the bullfighter went to the hospital They study me as if they were philologists And everyone looks at me as if they were psychologists I'm a poet of the crowd, the goal is not in the end My goal is to get to myself, of course I will run, I run alive, incorruptible king I will die alive Your dreams defrauded, changed your dreams Or were the dreams that changed, tell me Gallileo's obstinacy If I'm like everyone else, who will be like me? Lucid verburea, it's much more than music The verse is my batuque The verse is like an audiobook Out of fear, we gave up mediocrity, routine Out of fear, we abandoned the truth To take refuge in the false I entered hell, I'm Lucid, I'm the crossing I'm eternal, my coffin will be just a shelter Unique graph, I don't know where I end In my calligraphy, I see God kissing the devil Bifar is like having a chance with the panzer I don't get tired, I saw only such, the reach of cancer In a Pope, you are a deaf church, I'm Pope, pages of Buddha My Pope is Pablo Neruda My commandment is worth 100 All human beings are slaves of someone When the soul has no gas, it's not even worth trying Who has a brain has no peace Even without peace, I reign in any hemisphere From Yemen to the old empire, from the semen to the cemetery To win, you don't go from A, you have to be born You want an audience to love or an audience to be loved I limit myself to my origin of beat I bring vertigo, invictus like a virgin Steta of Cosmological R.A.P A poet doesn't need a watch Fame, in my name, fame opens many doors The heart opens all I have no faith in who governs, I'm a human saint In the cave, I only have faith in a sperm God is a speaker and audience Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence Of course, they almost canceled me I could clap, but I was crucified Jesus, lucid verburea, is much more than music The verse is my batuque Valletta is like an audiobook Valley is like an audiobook Valletta is like an audiobook Valley is like an audiobook