| For every rotten person who lives here
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| For each sick world and its reality
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| There is another one
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| Look up
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| And you will see me among millions of brothers
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| In my dreams I close my eyes I sing hela la
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| And I'm another
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| I'm high up
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| I've seen too many times already too much death
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| In the city so as not to give it to fate
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| My brothers play hard not to succumb
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| Don't ask how they can't answer you now
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| Now it's sad, I asked if God exists
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| I've seen blood on TV and sex in magazines
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| Now here you can't resist my karma is at a minimum
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| But even bruised, I have to push myself to the limits
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| And fuck these ghosts screaming every night
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| And on the street it's worse than when we lived in caves
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| The children of Abraham will have my bones broken and I will have them
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| They, but if they want my heart they will have to make a hole in it
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| Marci, I make room for hooks, it's mine
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| Game in a jungle the shit looks like Jumanji
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| Crazy days but now I'm out of reach
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| It's my flow it's my hip-hop off a shot man!
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| For every rotten person who lives here
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| For each sick world and its reality
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| There is another one
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| Look up
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| And you will see me among millions of brothers
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| In my dreams I close my eyes I sing hela la
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| And I'm another
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| I'm high up
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| And it's still a bad world, but the more I live and the more I experience the pain
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| I convince that we are all stories from one book, that's it
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| Why I write, if I cast lyrics in ink, it's because
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| I still have in my iris the flashes of another place and a
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| Another world, while this one is disappearing
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| The East is on fire, and Africa is dying while
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| I sell a track and take shit at a drug dealer
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| I let the wind carry me in his arms and
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| So he raises me to the rhythm of dance, and on a bloodstained wall I wrote
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| hope
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| It's like a dance and the world listens to us
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| Give me a lady by my side and Mondo can die and without
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| Not even half sadness when I burn my touches now
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| I only have dreams man, only dreams, and mine
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| They have eyes in the war these days, but mine
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| Dreams make me leave the land and surroundings and then
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| Via I follow the way in the studio from Bassi now
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| I start to move I just have to learn the steps and
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| I will be the only rotten one on the track, the only one rotten in
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| View, and all I wanted was to do
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| The artist is spitting crystal for every rotten person who lives here
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| For each sick world and its reality, therefore
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| This is for every brother who has paid, this one
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| Vita is a whore but I'm still in love man
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| Look up
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| For every rotten person who lives here
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| For each sick world and its reality
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| There is another one
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| Look up
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| And you will see me among millions of brothers
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| In my dreams I close my eyes I sing hela la
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| And I'm another
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| I'm high up |