I write so as not to go crazy, without a future, sleep is late in coming
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I am the line that draws the border, the face falls, thorns remain
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Here, rhymes aren't enough for me, I have to obey the damned sense that oppresses
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They all want to appear, I would like to be able to disappear but without dying
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I remain hidden by a veil of anguish under the war hatchet
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Feet on the ground let go or raise with the weights inside me that crush each
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weight scale
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The balance is precarious, I rarely go out, I'm vague and I don't know where I'm going
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I fall and I remain seated, I look at you from below, the collapse will be less severe
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You who ask me "How are you, how are you going" you tell me how are you going "All in all" yes
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you know
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There has never been a question that annoyed me more, I smile but inside it is a
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roar
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She who tells me "you're always pissed off" with a frown, I'm just concentrated
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A concentration of anger and expectations, in a life that cages me without
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perspectives
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As far as I'm concerned, I remain in the belly of the battle, guerilla mantra
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While those who make mistakes grab hold, skilled with the alibis of the reluctant... |
RET. |
(chaka)
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My eyes are too swollen to look at you again
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And within a beat you close another life that I need to change
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Give me another hour, give me another story
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That I feel getting lost in my darkness…
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I want to get lost in the dark too…
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So let's see, where do we begin, I count true friends on one hand
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Serious thoughts squeezed between seemingly futile, useless and complex words out there
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judges
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Judge, judge as well, aggressive because there are too many fears inside
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I'm looking for lightness, I growl and laugh, I stay in the game, there is no awareness without it
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The emotion that fires, for this is always worth it
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Living every moment every scene while, often those next to you are chained there
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mind
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Mouth says free but mind ... Nothing, there is little left to save
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Yet I still agree with those who say that it can be changed, I don't know the truth
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and every day, I point to infinity with no return, between who points the finger and who
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stake everything and risk those who do not care and throw themselves into the fray,
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each color mixed contrasts black |
Born from the real child who becomes a warrior, in the city, myths and legends and debris
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losers
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Anyone seeking certainty in rituals, where silence is a roar, consent is a crime if
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outside state laws, homicidal apparatus, having cleared the challenge, between carnage and
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meat that sweats in a workshop, less and less for many and too much for a few,
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out of the game, you don't enjoy and you do drugs, you don't find but often you don't try,
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you turn to squaring the circle and you see the enemy ... if you look in the mirror!
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RET. |
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