sono giorni vuoti, fredde le nottate di Marzo mi ricordo che anni fa pensavo oggi mi ammazzo non ho mai sentito affetto non trovavo il mio spazio oggi metto fondamenta in ogni dove mi stanzio a volte è ancora uno strazio, torno come uno straccio sensazione di sbagliare in tutto quello che faccio penso a chi sarei adesso con un padre al mio fianco e a come sàrebbe finita alimentando ogni scazzo metto nero su bianco, vorrei questo per vivere- scrivo la storia a matita per poterla riscrivere queste bitches non mi danno nient'altro che problemi ed i miei competitori odiàno vèdermi vincere io finirò disperso, ucciso col suppressor mentre mi fumo una Winston fatto dentro al cesso è strano che tutti mi propsano ma sia io stesso a dare troppo peso a volte ad ogni mio complesso 80126 da dove vengo ti è chiaro
In the streets of Fidjlosé, our story unfolds with every step, every exchanged glance between friends. When life's clouds darken our days, it's to you, my friend, that I turn. Together, hungry for dignity, we seek work, braving closed doors and disdainful looks. Each house is a challenge, each refusal a scratch on our pride. Under the weight of judgment, we move forward, bearing the burden of our people on our shoulders. But too often, our efforts are rejected, our intentions distorted by cruel words. We're accused, judged, condemned without even a chance to defend ourselves. The pain of humiliation wounds us, but it doesn't break our determination. We refuse to be silenced, to become pariahs in our own community. In every line of our story, there's resilience, strength, and above all, hope. We're the architects of our destiny, the unsung heroes of a daily struggle. And in our words, in our rhymes, we find the freedom the world denies us. So when night falls and the world seems against us, we remain united, ready to write a new chapter, with courage, with passion, with the hope that tomorrow will be better.
I MIGHT TAKE HER OUT TO THE ISLANDS WHITE SAND I MIGHT TAKE HER TO A FOREIGN PLACE NEARLY CAUGHT A CASE SHE TRYNNA SEE THROUGH THESE CARTI FRAMES CRUISING THROUGH THE CITY IN A SCAT PACK SHE STILL GAVE IT UP CAUSE SHE THOUGHT IT WAS A HELLCAT HE WAS FLEXING TOO MUCH SO WE KICKED DOWN HIS FRONT DOOR FRONT FOR
SHE TRYNNA SEE THROUGH THESE CARTI FRAMES YEAH I CANT FUCK WITH YOU CAUSE YOU HARDLY PUT IN PAIN YEAH NIGHTS WE WAS WORKING ON THE GRAVE SHIFT NEVER WANTED TO BE AVERAGE NEVER WANTED TO BE BASIC CHAIN SO HEAVY IT HURT MY NECK THAT’S EXPENSIVE PAIN CELLOPHANE LET IT SANG THIS CHOPPA GOT TALENT THE WAY I LET SANG
PACKS IN THE MAIL YEAH IT WAS REAL RISKY AND THE WAY IM DRIPPIN YU WOULDA THOUGHT I MADE MY WRIST BLEED GOT ABOUT DEEP TALKS WITH MY BARBER IN THE SPRINTER VAN CEILING FAN PERSIAN RUGS
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sono giorni vuoti, fredde le nottate di Marzo
mi ricordo che anni fa pensavo oggi mi ammazzo
non ho mai sentito affetto non trovavo il mio spazio
oggi metto fondamenta in ogni dove mi stanzio
a volte è ancora uno strazio, torno come uno straccio
sensazione di sbagliare in tutto quello che faccio
penso a chi sarei adesso con un padre al mio fianco
e a come sàrebbe finita alimentando ogni scazzo
metto nero su bianco, vorrei questo per vivere-
scrivo la storia a matita per poterla riscrivere
queste bitches non mi danno nient'altro che problemi
ed i miei competitori odiàno vèdermi vincere
io finirò disperso, ucciso col suppressor
mentre mi fumo una Winston fatto dentro al cesso
è strano che tutti mi propsano ma sia io stesso
a dare troppo peso a volte ad ogni mio complesso
80126 da dove vengo ti è chiaro
In the streets of Fidjlosé, our story unfolds with every step, every exchanged glance between friends. When life's clouds darken our days, it's to you, my friend, that I turn. Together, hungry for dignity, we seek work, braving closed doors and disdainful looks.
Each house is a challenge, each refusal a scratch on our pride. Under the weight of judgment, we move forward, bearing the burden of our people on our shoulders. But too often, our efforts are rejected, our intentions distorted by cruel words.
We're accused, judged, condemned without even a chance to defend ourselves. The pain of humiliation wounds us, but it doesn't break our determination. We refuse to be silenced, to become pariahs in our own community.
In every line of our story, there's resilience, strength, and above all, hope. We're the architects of our destiny, the unsung heroes of a daily struggle. And in our words, in our rhymes, we find the freedom the world denies us.
So when night falls and the world seems against us, we remain united, ready to write a new chapter, with courage, with passion, with the hope that tomorrow will be better.
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I MIGHT TAKE HER OUT TO THE ISLANDS
WHITE SAND
I MIGHT TAKE HER TO A FOREIGN PLACE
NEARLY CAUGHT A CASE
SHE TRYNNA SEE THROUGH THESE CARTI FRAMES
CRUISING THROUGH THE CITY IN A SCAT PACK
SHE STILL GAVE IT UP CAUSE SHE THOUGHT IT WAS A HELLCAT
HE WAS FLEXING TOO MUCH SO WE KICKED DOWN HIS FRONT DOOR
FRONT FOR
You are so buns
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SHE TRYNNA SEE THROUGH THESE CARTI FRAMES YEAH
I CANT FUCK WITH YOU CAUSE YOU HARDLY PUT IN PAIN YEAH
NIGHTS WE WAS WORKING ON THE GRAVE SHIFT
NEVER WANTED TO BE AVERAGE NEVER WANTED TO BE BASIC
CHAIN SO HEAVY IT HURT MY NECK THAT’S EXPENSIVE PAIN
CELLOPHANE
LET IT SANG
THIS CHOPPA GOT TALENT THE WAY I LET SANG
PACKS IN THE MAIL YEAH IT WAS REAL RISKY
AND THE WAY IM DRIPPIN YU WOULDA THOUGHT I MADE MY WRIST BLEED
GOT ABOUT
DEEP TALKS WITH MY BARBER IN THE SPRINTER VAN
CEILING FAN
PERSIAN RUGS
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