It's like a one-way ticket
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Just to catch up with fleeting moments
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There were so many of them, they gave strength
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All this has been left behind
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I don't want to settle accounts with the past
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I'm going forward
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Struggling with the present
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Not sure of the future
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I drive like this all the time
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Will words work for me
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On bits, I drown out this fear
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And it has already become a fact that despite this fear
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I do this shit no
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I will never give up brother
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Slave of stereotypes
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Always under judgment
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I have the views of others
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They don't know anything about me because they are
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Blinded by the vision of an ideal society
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There is no place for me in their world
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It's a lot of pressure
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I have to fight all the time
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Fuck if I have enough strength
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It's not an equal fight
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But I know it's worth the blood
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Because it's blood sweat and tears mixed with ink
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They create a story told under these loops
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Find out how much courage it takes to put tags on bits
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To convey in simple words what's going on
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For it to finally reach them
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That we're not the threat, but fucking them
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I'm tired of complaining, I'm tired of constant advice
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Enough pigeonholing, I'm still doing something wrong |
I fight for what is mine, I do what I feel and want
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I'm not forcing you to do anything, after all, you also have your goal
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I have a lot of experience, but I'm still fighting for my dreams
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For life, I rather bravely bear defeat with humility
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I don't have to prove anything
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I don't have to show anything
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I have a one-way ticket to have strength for everything
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Tell me why, homie, I want to close our faces, oni
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Because we throw the truth right in their mouths and the truth hurts
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They want to fuck us for it and who is more afraid here
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We pour salt on open wounds with this truth
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We're playing here, they're fighting for everything for us
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We are already fighting with them for our future
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So I clench my fist and do my thing
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I stand firm, I put on armor and load cartridges
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It's a metaphor that they will not get it anyway
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They understand directly between the lines, they do not read
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They figure it out in their own way accusing us later
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That we put too much aggression into our verses
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After all, it's a cliché, look out the window
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They prefer not to notice the problems we talk about out loud
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Sex, violence, drugs want to glue everything to us |
How the fuck would rap create this phenomenon
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What wasn't there before?
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Take a look dude
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That's why rap is a one-way ticket man
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Despite everything, I do it, it's my ride
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Because I prefer the taste of the bitter truth from the streets than the sweetness of a lie |