Dogo Gang
Roccia Music

"You Know Na Mi"

I find myself talking about a particular song, taken from the album Roccia Music, a single song that alone opens up such a large concept that we could talk about it for a month.

A peculiar beat opens the song that tells the street life, complicated life is described by the dogo clan, who with the contents of this record reaffirm their American style that with Cosan'g is expanded and improved, the song "You Know Na Mi" is practically a stylistic perfection, the beat endowed with great evanescence is amplified by claps, scratches, and sirens, which help to enclose you in a world, with four walls, you and the song alone, it reflects your life, you feel it touches you deeply, it touches your people, it touches what you do, the benches where you sit, the substances you use to feel estranged from this oppressive society, from the product of a society, that doesn't give you satisfaction, security, money, earnings.

In a vile street life, you feel part of a group of people, each with their own life, against the false proselytes of the Catholic Church, against the fake kindness of celebrities who heavily use drugs, against those who speak in Italian rejecting their own origins, against those who judge and, behind, turn the corner and do worse than what you do, against those who are ready to cheat you at the first opportunity, recalling the bad experiences of the street, the faces you meet on the street, the lives that intertwine, the friends you lose, the fairy tales you no longer believe in, the smile of your sister that fades before scenes from the suburbs.

Life intersects with the emotions you feel, trying to live a life always to the fullest, with a heart that risks stopping, the satisfactions that are slow to arrive, the music that pushes you to feel some emotion but struggles to surface in front of all this mess, too much blood, too much anger, too much dictatorship disguised as democracy.... my fault is only the words I write... but they're just the product of what I've seen...

ded to: now as last year on snare drums in speakers... old school... the more people speak ill, the more I thrive....