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| Ozy-mandias
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| Bunker Studio
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| Yeeh
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| Whoo whoo)
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| A cruel world to live in (Live)
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| You have to work without laughing (Laughing)
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| I was born lucky
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| And I make sure this fate doesn't go to waste (It never will be!)
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| We just don't realize it (Account)
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| How the fuck is this world beautiful (World)
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| You only hear it I listen to it (Listening)
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| I still have to give him a lot
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| I wonder every day why I'm here (I'm here)
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| I smoke and I walk into a piece of Donovan (Donovan)
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| This life I understood that it is a gift between
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| But a lot of people don't know (don't know)
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| You think: "They didn't tell me
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| When I was born in I was not careful "
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| When I write I can tell what the fuck I have inside
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| So later you can figure out what the fuck you got inside (inside)
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| I think nothing makes sense anymore
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| With the pieces I compensate for this immense void
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| I assure you better than this herb, I am sure
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| I represent the friar world that I have just discovered
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| I fly like the wind when I sing I'm in the skies (Skies!)
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| But you're confined to the earth so scleri (Scleri!)
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| So I write these feelings that are true (True!)
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| Music that stays all inside my thoughts (Whooo)
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| I'm no longer the friar boy I was yesterday (Hey!)
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| Grow only if you become better than you were (Ha!)
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| We artists, on the other hand, are like aliens (Nah!)
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| And you have to give others everything you care (Oh!)
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| Let's burn the problems (Oh!)
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| As if we jump over the trains (Ah!)
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| To remain empty: this one thing you fear (fear!)
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| You smoke with your friend then you see your hands and you tremble (You tremble!)
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| And you realize how stupid (stupid!)
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| Black thoughts (Hey!)
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| Drugs with no brakes (Hey!)
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| When you come home then in the bed you wriggle (Whoo!)
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| You have no idea how fucking heavy they are (Heh ...)
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| As long as you're on your knees you pray (Always)
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| Win, lose, broken dreams (I see you look at me wrong)
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| Dead dreams, run, helmets (You wanna moralize me)
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| All done, always, always (Why do I have to work)
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| To forget about these beasts (But I want to fly)
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| Loud screams in the room (Trust I can)
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| I feel strong anxiety inside (I'll never be commercial)
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| As long as I don't have enough (Flight to the nap with the sea)
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| Run, run away from here between! |
| (Brother I must eliminate the evil)
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| I see these rappers living on there
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| Supported by women they were not even caryatids
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| You get to that point where you can't believe it
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| And you invent the magic goals all easy
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| Then I make money on it and I feel safe
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| You spend half a life working there
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| Because it's okay with me to love the rough girl
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| I feel her in the bed on my chest caressing me
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| They are just art displayed with rhymes
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| And I am convinced that I am very prone to it
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| You have always wondered what he thinks when he writes
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| Because he knows that I'm uncomfortable there is no end
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| When you die what happens, do you know how much I think about it?
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| I think what I did will no longer make sense
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| So my goal is to experience intense pleasure
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| Even if I got a little lost to do it
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| I ride around the night and the fog that surrounds me
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| I see sentries walking around
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| It floods my life with a pain that already abounds
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| A sinking darkness, into the deepest hole
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| I'm in the cold room with guilt
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| I give my soul because of a bitch
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| I go out with the brothers ready for another hangover
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| I come home I write after the pieces put them back together
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| I make this music to give love
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| When I write the pieces I'm not an actor
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| I am not a rapper, friar, I am a cant writer, he sings stories
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| Music that conveys warmth
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| When I reppo I feel my lungs pulling me
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| They reach the heart without taking aim
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| I make this music without making a penny
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| I make this music until the earth turns |