| Now that I've lost everything to you
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| You say you want to start something new
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| And it's breaking my heart you're leaving
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| Baby I'm grieving
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| Melancholy I would go rapping on the hill drunk like an alcoholic,
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| I have sadness in packages
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| Got stiff necks from moving my head to Havoc beats
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| But it's love that I give birth to, hate that I abort
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| The city is dead, we're all looking for the ultimate carrot
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| Thanks to the crime virus we escape all these jobs where you work
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| It's useless as the young people of the buildings say
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| It's not a job we're looking for, money would be enough for us
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| Setting sail: a fucking utopia
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| When we combine with the street the peeps become photocopies
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| Who's fault if I drag my spleen on the sidewalks?
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| Humiliated by this country, they stashed our sorrows in dormitory cities
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| We are stronger together even if we are isolated
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| My cousins, my neighbors will remain my true idols
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| Our illiterate parents, our little brothers have guns
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| Our sisters only talk about clothes, but my family how I like them is
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| crazy
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| In my zone they handcuff you when you reach out for alms
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| I curse this brothel when I see the model that I would leave to the kids
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| Autonomous I'm not your man bitch
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| I'm not your bitch gang, neither from Queens Bridge nor from Long Beach
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| No long speeches because life is too fast
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| So breathe before you launch into the sprints of the mind
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| There's no price for the love of my loved ones
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| Not even the one of your life so when you approach don't forget the notice
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| Warn others as the other would say, make love
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| Buy pavs instead of hanging out in the cellars until dawn
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| Not easy to dream when it's infamy
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| They say that money rots people, it's misery that rotted my life
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| family
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| Despite this we are rich in values, in respect for the elders
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| For grandparents and especially solidarity in misfortune
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| Everything is relative in our discomfort
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| We have little on this planet and family is often what we have left
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| At this pace we gon' die out like the redskins
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| We need to light up and piss off the C.R.S at Château Rouge
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| Their red cards I don't give a fuck don't worry
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| Me, I only obey the free will that God has put in my head
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| So what is my quest in this monetary world?
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| Except that of becoming an owner by having gone proletarian
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| You know these terms cause your memories are sometimes dull
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| Sometimes beautiful like the image of this mother who mothers you
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| How many times have you told her I love you? |
| almost never
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| I just wanted to dedicate this theme to everyone I love
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| Lack of money has sometimes led us astray
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| But the jail, the mourning, the bailiffs, the tears didn't separate us
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| To all who know how hard life is
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| In HLM, large family, between trials and procedures
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| Our illiterate parents, our little brothers have guns
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| Our sisters only talk about clothes, but my family how I like them is
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| crazy |