Inoki
Il Mio Paese Se Ne Frega

Fabiano, known as Inoki, was born near Ostia about twenty years ago, and moved to the outskirts of Bologna as a baby with his family or with his mother, but I don't care about this. In Bologna, he grew up on streets populated by immigrants, where he experienced marginalization and street life, under the arcades, retreating home to, after long hours of "mad and desperate" study, collect in his notebooks moments of underground life with flashes of trips thanks to the association with drugs which almost always accompanied him, like a bohemian of the late 1800s.

In 2007, he revisits, after the magic of "Quinto Dan" and generally with the songs with Joe Cassano, he reintroduces a very good rap in terms of quality and lyrics with the song "Il Mio Paese Se Ne Frega". In fact, I decided to analyze it in particular, many of you may not be familiar with it, but I ask you not to have any prejudices like those from "rockers from the 70s'" catapulted into 2007, -accept revolutions-, Inoki indeed makes a protest song, which Baudelaire would define as a "flower of evil", because it addresses varied topics, uses "artificial paradises" and nurtures hatred towards the bigoted Italy of the league, the Italy of the police that shoots Carlo Giuliani, of the NON-possibilities, of marginalization, and victimization.

Thus, from the outskirts, we receive messages from someone who is truly one of the real "clean" figures in the scene, someone who has always upheld decency, starting with the hosting of 2thebeat.

"Red like the blood of Carlo Giuliani
White like the hands of the church
Green like the shit of the league
My country doesn't care"

A text that also talks about the daily alienation that leads man to automation, the television which, for its part, transmits messages tending towards consumerism, but society doesn't notice and remains static, passively watching as the powerful increase every day their already substantial fortunes which they have built on the backs of us poor people.

But as Fabiano says, my country doesn't care...

This song must be produced from your 90s ghetto blaster; other songs by Inoki, who is an artist to respect, should also be blasted on the stereo.

Inoki Übermensch