I am in the company of my melancholy
Perhaps a source of energy
Perhaps the daughter of yet another utopia
I am not asking for amnesty for my dramas
I try to confront myself
Beyond the one of my programs
I am in the company of my melancholy
Perhaps a source of energy
Perhaps the daughter of yet another utopia
I am not asking for amnesty for my dramas
I am looking for to compare myself
Regardless of what my plans are
Outside 96
Already before 8 mile
Ask kuno
Nico was at the plates< br/>On stage with vat and tuno
I began a little later? what a boy
At the same time as the alcohol trips
Women, drugs and smoking
In Brianza, reality? of the province
Just ask the president, do you know
A melee never happens here
? a jungle no one spares you the apprenticeship
You have to do it in a hurry never anyone waiting for you
Everyone in their heart aiming for the limit
Looking for new roads beyond? from too many unknowns
Hoping that it's the right time to start
From the boredom of the classic life in the suburbs
With restlessness to keep you company
Tormented by the idea of u200bu200ba life that isn't? yours
Confused at times between hypotheses and concepts, you reflect on it
You decide to change and you bet on it
I find fake rap stars without testicles ridiculous
Not? How do you talk about it, do you dress or gesture to me? an evolution of unwritten rules and attitudes
Of ways in which you communicate and interact with your peers
I hate the fake rap hybrids of the usual ones
Loser only capable of stupid refrains
Not because ? I a priori hate those who classify
But out of respect for those who love music
? a reality? filthy
It destroys every artistic value
I observe it with the gaze of those who doubt
It can't? be the only one
and I hope there is another logic
beyond sales policies
Am I with those who claim dignity? of a poor art
Which has its physical dimension in the street
Which actually branches out? different with the same chemistry
Which each generation then reinterprets
In my programs I would like more? fame
Pi? people who call me
Pi? copies of my records sold every week
More? happy ending in every plot
Pi? excerpts of nirvana
Pi? days for myself and a lot of money
Pi? prospects for success
More? nights in which life
Doesn't seem to have completely escaped me
Pi? true love and more? trust
A present that doesn't get boring
And a future that matches my dreams

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