This goes to every single brother of mine '
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From another mother, my hand is here to get up if it falls
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Aggregating the way in confusion
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In peace or aggression, my blood is their type of transfusion
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Love for real people in the shade of the evenings
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To those who smoke from my spliff and drink from my glass
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To the days lost in the city to those who make sacrifices
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To urban legends plotting myths
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Different matrices lead to fates joined or divided by bisectors
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I don't forget the roots
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Change latitude but they are the same things imprinted in the retinas between
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Loyalty in the DNA
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Same square mentality
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Even years from now in a suit and tie when my nut is old
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I tighten bonds and tighten my nerves
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The infamous are many because hatred and envy make them their servants
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For what I have learned I get around the rhyme estimate
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To the second family that I care more than the first
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For my phras I turn up the volume like this
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Illuminati burst I turn up the volume like that
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Fabio, Davide and Frank I turn up the volume like this
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LK, Le Sacre I turn up the volume like this
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For Milan and its kings, I turn up the volume like this
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In the car, pumping the beat, I turn up the volume like this
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They are blood of my blood until it's over
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For my brothers, my brothers for life
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I am folded hands on the ground, marks on my face
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I touch a half-moon scar on my face and it's not a smile
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The infamous who engraved me know how I live
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I laugh, behind me there is a phra ready for delirium
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There are those who would give their lives for me if I for him
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And it is who knows that a cheat then costs you like Rui
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How many have I seen gold made, how many touch a hole
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You know, if they play crazy with crazy people worse than them
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I make insurmountable blood pacts
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With scum behind tellable stories
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And I don't but I know, I can tell that I'm ready to die
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A phra for a phra, better to die than to betray
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Because my people who cut
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He has hammered the infamous throughout Italy and scores if there are those who make a mistake
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But I wouldn't trade a phra for anything
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The woman also leaves, the friend remains forever
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Salvo and Sgarra I turn up the volume like this
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For Emiliano and Mezzolla I raise the volume like this
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For Roby, Giulio and Moreno I turn up the volume like this
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For Santo and Kalimero I turn up the volume like this
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In via Solari and via Dezza I turn up the volume like this
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PM people who break I turn up the volume like that
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They are blood of my blood until it's over
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For my brothers, my brothers for life
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I look my opponent in the eye
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I see a brother grounded by steel
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I swear: I do not live and I do not die
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Until that dog's leather hears a challenge dog's breath in the dark
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I intertwine transverse fates
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I take life off the asphalt, I take steps towards places where adverse glances
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Looking for meals I see brothers exposed to the costs of living
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There are those who avoid and those who in practice study laws through accusations
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I keep faith with the bonds that keep alive through the centuries
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Crimes silenced in the alleys between the alleys of the city
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With stories tattooed on the bodies from scars
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I am among the survivors of pure hatred behind the veil of sound
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A man of 16 shadows I have a tear for each brother who has risen to heaven
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For each tear a shadow that bleeds
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We brothers between mistakes and cuts
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Where the street is mother and she knows her children
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For Stabba and Debbi I turn up the volume like this
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For Angelone and Rale I turn up the volume like this
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For Giorgio Race and Memè, I turn up the volume like this
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For Nazareno I raise the volume like this
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For Via Anfossi I turn up the volume like this
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Throughout 16 I turn up the volume like this
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They are blood of my blood until it's over
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For my brothers, my brothers for life |