Ten years, alcohol, hatred, and ailments in the madness of a drunk who screamed out against a shitty life at 180 Km/h, a life whose intricacies he is perhaps still far from knowing today, and in which the troubled afternoons don’t even make him recognize its meaning.
Young rookies at full speed on fucked up curves where they might have been left, four years of falling and rising, lame! falling and rising, lame! in an attempt to fill a half-full glass with tears that laugh in your face.
Poor idiot, you and your fucking conscience, haven’t you realized yet that conscience needs to be shaken?
You need to unhinge if you want the system to be unhinged… slowly like rust and discord, it corrodes and disintegrates the immense infrastructures of a bridge and of a society.
And if you want the system to be unhinged, YOUR system needs to be unhinged, because life requires courage, shit is needed to gain awareness, one must eat shit to gain awareness.
It just takes time, it takes the simple, feeble limit of the fucking and so much hoped-for despair.
If you give nothing for nothing, you will always get only nothing, but life demands a price, it wants blood and piss from your veins, and if it goes well, it will be like standing on a wooden crate, a few meters away from a punk or a homeless person, and thus in the main street made of shops, clean and bright lounges and people too doped, lobotomized too-falsely-trendy, you rudely enter that vicious circle of psychotic politically incorrect outcasts that paradoxically today are so fashionable.
Slaves, damned slaves running like besieged in their mental filth, everyone hides in their own hideouts, rushes home to finish what they started in front of their Media subjugated by a false and faithful ignorance, and so that that wooden promontory becomes a stage from which to blaspheme and scream against a world that doesn’t want to know, because it has no blood to give and does not WANT to!
Chaos is all this an ethical and moral free zone, a name and reputation with no current year CUD and no percentage or duty to sacrifice to the mercenaries who manage our plastic, damned nihilistic society, in which a price is demanded that doesn’t enrich but impoverishes you, intellectually castrates you even before growing, beguiles you with its ignorant commentators and fake MYTHS of fake-intellectual cash-laden agitators and Mary Jane ficarotta showgirls, with its beautiful TV showcases on the culture of pornographic imagery and its false censorships and technocratic quart-order petrophilias in the inflated and abused name of God and everything seems to resemble a carousel that stuns you, clouds you, fucks you, slowly destroys you and… DEFEATS us!
While distracted family Fathers don’t give a damn, apathetic, with their castrations and the mind-your-own-business crap and you’ll live 100 years old, they satisfyingly raise their children in the pornographic self-image culture.
Hard but healthy life? Instead, immediate and deviant life, while you thank, pay the bill, and prostitute your dignity to a new Mangiafuoco, while your latent fear, that hidden, repressed, bourgeois and trained one, doesn’t even want to recognize that monster, and you’re too scared to move, so you don't give a damn.
You’re afraid!
A Dead Zone where it rains shit, and I fuck you if you fuck me, I kill you if you kill me, I become indifferent if you become indifferent to me.
But I won’t die, I won’t give up, I won’t be blackmailed, I won’t allow it, I will be the insane/MC who screams their venom from the local radio announcing the end of the world, I won’t give in, I won’t mess my head, I’ll keep my ILM, I won’t sell my dignity, I won't die a misanthrope shifting responsibilities towards a politically correct indifference without conscience.
I’ll die insane with clenched fists for wanting to grasp and seize a life that cuckolds you like the worst wife, in all my hate and damn hypocritical smiles of those doctors and fake very illustrious bourgeois kings that suck me and, as always, have nothing to say, and as usual, have no arguments but only actions made of pure opportunism.
Only good at pointing fingers, labeling, not believing you! Because you’re different, not believing you! Because they are hypocritical cowards who accept in their defeated minds only hypocritical cowards.
While you’re fucking your mind, this shit fills closets and empties dreams in the drawer, someone speaks softly while I go far…
…one must kill, I will kill.
PS: the track UNO is dedicated to Mr. Born to Rap, namely J-Ax
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