| Walk with your head straight feet on the sidewalk
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| Speak well and speak little make your brain work
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| Talk if you have the chance otherwise shut up
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| Whoever hits first hits twice, that's a lie
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| Because he is the one who hits the hardest using intelligence
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| Do you know what the difference is?
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| Tough son owns a gun and shoots like a dog for a living
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| Unlike the son of a billionaire who only thinks of futility
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| And does he play at? |
| playstation 3
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| Do you believe in? |
| Peter Pan the other to Tony Montana
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| One spends his days on the street, the other is immersed in fairy tales
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| One is expecting Santa Claus, the other is expecting a drunk Santa and blows them as a gift
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| But both of them know that the situation is different
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| That even your closest brother would cheat on you for the money
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| A photo at night the chronicle you
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| I know I haven't heard from you for a while
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| We both started from the streets
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| We both ended up in a newspaper
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| Now that I won't see you again, now I know I could be where you are
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| We both started from the streets
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| We both ended up in a newspaper
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| What will you do when you grow up? |
| I'll go to jail
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| So I would have answered long ago up to eighth grade
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| Nobody in the neighborhood drinks that you can do it
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| We are plebs is another gene like Gattaca
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| To get out on beyond the high rises
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| There is an inverted ladder of rung values
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| And for some we are criminals a priori
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| We have other codes, other laws, other heroes
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| Half the time to have it half the time to look for it
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| The harsh law of supply and demand
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| And if the system has holes, it is us that rains in the house
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| The more unfair you are, the more the distance grows
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| There are those who peddle it and those who carry it in their stomachs and who
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| Shoot some in a yacht in the bridge
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| What will you do when you grow up? |
| a song…
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| For those who react and rots in prison!
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| A photo at night the chronicle you
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| I know I haven't heard from you for a while
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| We both started from the streets
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| We both ended up in a newspaper
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| Now that I won't see you again, now I know I could be where you are
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| We both started from the streets
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| We both ended up in a newspaper
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| The stories they share are always the bad ones
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| And strangely, most of them talk about grief
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| Narrating of picciotti that in a moment of a night
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| Have they gone from joyful to victims of fate?
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| For the female, touched or one word too many
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| A wrong look or agreements with the snag
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| And everything goes to hell for no longer a reason
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| Someone prays to God but there is no more religion
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| They kill each other for nothing and no one hears anything
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| The values are not valid, the feelings have disappeared
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| And I see a lot, a lot of these people
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| That after two glasses they are badly convinced
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| We are born we grow up and? |
| we die on the streets
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| Leaving the bitterness in the memories of some friar
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| Leaving a few sentences that mark some life but ...
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| Written move as if your fingers were shaking a little
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| A photo at night the chronicle you
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| I know I haven't heard from you for a while
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| We both started from the streets
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| We both ended up in a newspaper
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| Now that I won't see you again, now I know I could be where you are
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| We both started from the streets
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| We both ended up in a newspaper |