I live a provincial life
I'm not offering you a fake image
From neighborhood streets
Where those with the most determination live
I drink my pint at the bar
Drowning monotony in it
In the midst of perfunctory phrases
The weight of time passing on my shoulders
He starts pounding the cash register demanding some response
It unleashes hypotheses of conflict
I almost go crazy at the idea of u200bu200bcoming out defeated
I don't get mixed up in gossip and banter
I have my head focused on the heart of my intrigues
Big up kidz stay easy
Study precise objectives
Do your calculations if you are excluded
I will stay on a mission as long as my skull can hold it
I will not feel like a stranger in this subterranean world
Which as long as they are words they are all convinced
That if you then move on to the facts you will understand who the fake ones are
Sorry gentlemen, I keep my attitudes
I don't do fiction I don't live by following examples
You hear me I'm already ' inside from a figure
Now I push all the way looking for a way out
I would like not to lose contact
Act like a coward
Feeling out of place or not suitable
The my heart lives in what I do
It doesn't matter how much they like me
In the diary of a distracted artist
I would like not to lose contact
Acting like a clown
Feeling out of place or not suitable
My heart lives in what I do
It doesn't matter how much I am liked
In the diary of a distracted artist
I struggle to maintain a balance that is too unstable
Between possibilities real and possible dreams that
Leave the taste of a rancid flavor in the mouth
And thick pangs of pain when they then shatter
Bastard son of a system born dirty
I wallow in it and I thank heaven for being involved in it
At the mercy of those who are listening
And it decides my future as a stoner singer with a crooked nose
Right or wrong doesn't matter
Only the emotions and the way it follows you
Stay involved
Just grasp the implication
Hidden in everyone's head
But which most leave buried
I will come out acquitted devastated by the comments
Accused of not having kept up with the times
Bored by the effects of evident changes
Of intrusive attitudes
Of old and new expedients
If you feel up to it let me move on
To a higher level
So as not to risk collapse
Still the same heart even if I observe with detachment
With the demode air of the typical distracted artist< br/>I would like not to lose contact
Act like a coward
Feel out of place or not suitable
My heart lives in what I do
It doesn't matter how much they like me
In diary of a distracted artist
I would like not to lose contact
Acting like a clown
Feeling out of place or not suitable
My heart lives in what I do
It doesn't matter how much I like it
In the diary of a distracted artist

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