| Why don't you feel like that, you don't live like that
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| Don't write like that, don't tell me yes it's all like this
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| It all ends soon here (here)
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| I sleep with the monster under the bed and I'm still here (here)
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| I hate Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays
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| The fake Gs, R&B and ice in drinks
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| Air Max and blue jeans, Serpax in gin
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| Fuck with the TruceKlan, dream team
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| Tread my playground, narcos and Stunt Zone
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| Legendaries like Dave Lombardo
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| Turn my shit backwards
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| And there is no reason for me to lose it
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| My music is for deaf people, you can't hear it
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| If you don't feel the blood running on the pins
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| Inside the grooves of the vinyl, search between the lines in the rhymes
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| Lick the cover of my record and bring it up
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| One for the grain, two for the glory
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| Three for my clan of motherfuckers making history
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| In the DeLorean with Manuel, with his foot on the pedal
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| Let's play with the forces of evil
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| Check me over the strings of the Fender
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| To you the life, to me the death as a rapper
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| I give a shit except for the boys
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| With whom I grew up among the buildings to break through the reeds
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| SB Click of the suicide trip
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| A little girl crying "Life is over"
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| An ax unearthed, a wound on the elbow
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| Waking up in a pool of vomit
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| Narcos rap on the microphone
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| Seth makes this shit to break your monitors
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| Become microscopic your style
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| Narcos Noyz, Truceboys, Don't Sleep
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| Another like me died in my city
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| My age, with the same mentality
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| But that's just another, they were looking for him
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| To get inside the skull and change it
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| They know how to do it.
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| Smile, you are in a worldwide box
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| Meat on the armchairs in cardboard houses
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| My nation trembles in the news at dinner time
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| I eat shit and drink bitches tonight too
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| Best friends getting in the mood while it goes gangrene
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| My head full, I have a new problem
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| A man with his back on television, bombs on the platoon
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| Lexodan, subotex or methadone?
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| And the sun's rays no longer warm these guys
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| The tags on the buildings disappear, they tear us apart
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| We are nothing, we make war between the poor
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| I see corpses, zombies between traffic lights
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| Opium poppies in the gardens
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| New drugs for your fucking kids
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| Closed to the toilet with Filipino slaves
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| At the center of the sights, demons and v & iri
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| The dead fuck the living wherever you turn
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| Malaise on passport photos of documents
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| You bet on more violent licenses and cops
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| Forest fires, shit in the heads
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| Twenty-year-olds dead under the speakers at parties
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| And I know how I feel
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| It's a new dawn
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| It's a new day
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| It's a new life
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| For me
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| For the rest everything is fine
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| Except that a friend of mine for no reason opened his veins
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| You know, at eighteen it's all a drama
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| Ask Erika why she slaughtered Mom
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| And to me because I suffer from insomnia
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| Who is responsible for a boy who died in the cage for robbery?
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| A little girl for sale in Via Predestina?
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| Those who persist in throwing their money into cocaine
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| In the morning with paranoia from the night before
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| All this that tortures my soul
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| I watch a macabre show in the back row of a cinema
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| My focus delimits me, society eliminates me
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| It's their rule to make you a criminal
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| Spew your hate on them
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| How many times do you not recognize yourself in the speeches they make to you
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| It's theirs, their hands stained with innocent blood
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| I have hideous scenes in mind and you don't know anything about them
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| And I know how I feel
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| It's a new dawn
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| It's a new day
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| It's a new life
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| For me
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| And you, on your sofa, watch dismal shows
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| Snakes in the role of politicians, miracles
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| They no longer serve to save us.  | 
| White mice
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| Severe in a laboratory open on their desks
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| A guinea pig never gets by, Moldovan girl
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| Street tortured by the Slavic mafia
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| A dead body emerges on the bank of the Tiber, the investigation begins
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| The pages are stained with blood
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| Liar newspapers, their legal bastards
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| They continue to deceive us.  | 
| Give us the weapons
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| What can you do about it?  | 
| Come and interview us
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| With your report on social distress
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| In each channel there is a puppet that breaks my cock
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| Always too many movies with too many commercials in between create a violent monster
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| Inside an apartment, recruited for their experiment
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| Bolted in concrete blocks to the windowsills
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| Technology creates immortal disabled people
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| Prize quiz in the channels
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| Naive young men trained in dog games
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| The joy of housewives, children play with syringes
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| And they don't even notice: nail polish on fake nails is more important
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| That's all you don't see under tranquilizer
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| And I know how I feel
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| It's a new dawn
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| It's a new day
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| It's a new life
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| For me |