Two in the afternoon, the alarm goes off, I wake up, my head hurts, it's normal now, I'm not very hungry, I eat something with the aim of enjoying the cigarette I'll smoke later better, I put on something, I go downstairs , I'm going down, I'm cold
I take my hat from my head pocket, I go towards the bus stop
while I'm sleeping I have to wake up, the volume on the Walkman increases, what a drag
this bus never passes, no , no, Cologno Monzese on the outskirts of Milan I know a transport every hour is already a long time I sit, I wait a long time. Two guys on a scooter pass by, I look at them, sssccchh! The muffler makes a bastard mess,
faces the color of shit from a UVA lamp, long and oily hair with the C-O-D-A,
the one driving looks at me wrong, throws a spit and misses me by a hair, for
for a second I'm amazed, stunned, then I can't resist his invitation and I show him
the third finger, they see me, they instantly come back with that deafening vehicle of theirs, they get out, they come towards me, I think I'm high...DJ off.
You're screwed! now they're dicks you know? You're screwed! now they're dicks, you know?
Second act of the story, listen to the fact that I'll tell you exactly, how it happened
in this sloppy neighborhood toilet, I get up quickly, and get ready
for 'impact, they are already on top of me, I defend myself as best I can, they put one
behind and one in front, classic rabbit technique, a hot pain explodes
in my lip and I feel that sweetish taste in my mouth, others three or four blows to
the head and my mind becomes clouded and my anger flares up, I no longer see
anything, I no longer feel anything, another blow, but I no longer know if I'll take it
br/>or I give it, I can no longer move an arm I raise one knee suddenly the
family jewels of one of the two I crush screams! the other detaches the
chain from the scooter, I don't even see him and he hits me straight on my back, I fall
on the asphalt, kicks rain down on my face, the heel of a boot hits my head
>the earth crushes me, I try to get up but I have no hope, apparently I still don't have enough, I lose a lot of blood, but it doesn't matter, I don't want to give it to him and that's the essence. But now it's
over, and proudly they leave, I look at them from below and I swear to myself that
they will pay for it, law of retaliation, I think as I get up, there were two of them
I will return with four others, and this is my moral, like a picture I will paint you
in rhyme a real situation, mine. You think about it, I'll give you my opinion
nothing more, I'm not an example of virtue and virtue I don't talk much, I sing
just my life and that's it. That's it!! This is it!!
This is it!! That's it!!... This

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