Neffa
Aspettando Il Sole

THE REVIEW

Yet another failure... "what has been is already gone, and now the past holds onto it"...

I seek new light in the confusion, but it's not simple at all, I think I'm a victim of the system, the system that many think they fight against, too complicated to overthrow, so I search for new light when I step out of the house, the problem is that everyone I know is dealing with some addiction, there's no more light only darkness that hurts, and the cold soul seeks something to fill it, and the only way to escape this depression is to distract oneself with illegal means, because even what is legal kills you like drugs, but there would be no thrill because the truth is we like breaking the law.

The biggest mistake I make is that the first thing I do in the morning is look in the mirror and spit in my face and slowly watch how the evil devastates my face, I smile because I know I won't call you, and loneliness keeps me company, I talk to myself, argue with myself, even come to blows with myself, it's the purest confusion, my mind starts to send the first alerts, but no one calls and I don't know who to call, maybe because I've surrounded myself with empty people who depend too much on one thing to think about friends.

There's no more peace, only rage that rises every day, but there's no pain because my conscience has learned to devour everything and compress it all inside myself, the scars on my face are the same as those inside my heart, behind an apparent happiness I hide behind faces, and people look at me badly, after all, I'm not worth much more than them.

The real problem is that I'm conscious of not having a conscience, and for this, I risk going crazy or getting involved with the hypocrisy of people... it's fine like this, after all, I have nothing better to do, the TV stays off, I don't watch it anymore...

Neffa, when he wrote this song, perhaps thought of me too, time is cyclical and I didn't believe problems would invade my mind so drastically, maybe because the sun is missing and I wait for it while every day I hurt myself to feel better inside.

Sooner or later the sun will return as Neffa said, for him, the sun arrived, he forgot about his old hip-hop friends and now it's MTV at full throttle and CDs in profusion, I think that in Italy's underground scene I might be the only one left, well, promote me...

sexyajax waits for the sun...