You have to understand how things are
I know where to be in the moment of need
Because I know that here affection costs more than your respect,
*
If these walls could talk
They would be in the same silence,
they would not give a response
Children grow up with the myth of the star
Today they are manipulated by these types in business class
Of grown-ups without smarts
And that whistle under the house
reminds me of looking for you in a dofra
Yes, it was reality
I still have drama in my pants
Drama for the band
Pump in the ball system
Rap in the 90s
This is the sound of the street
You will never hear me
And if you are not, you will never understand it
Still out on the streets of this neighborhood
For the bands and for the love of this city
We will be together for another life I swore on my skin my loyalty
Still out on the streets of this neighborhood
For the bands and for the love of this city
We will be together for another life I swore on my skin my loyalty
Survived in the jungle with the highest Where it
is better to let go when it does not concern you
Where everyone knows how to take positions about it But
almost usually no one knows what they are talking about
Sorseggio Grappa sitting under a palm tree Meanwhile
another one drops it while a ball emigrates
Brotown,
the universe of brothers,
we are not at Darbar Few have made a career
and one out of a thousand saves himself
You can get confused between the alleys,
the limit and the city In which to run is endless perimeters
Where problems and thorns become
feelings The day is looking for stimuli,
at night we talk about spirits
Fancula Tutto still writes Primo Rec,
MPC 2005,
no Mac
You the second-best * who tells me,
look how the track breaks
But I have never seen a * like yours
CB
CB