To be able to understand me, you have to be mature
To be able to feel me, you have to be more childish
However I tell it, because though I am not strong with money
I'm a serious case, like any other asshole with fans
But I suffer when I see other lost kids
In this Babylonian army which wants new recruits
They see us as big, as rap gods, because they also hear
That these guys also make money, money like Jidvei
15 years of so-called hip-hop, and what do I have to show?
Besides a hell of glory, emptiness and stress?
Illusions, nerves, disappointments, loathing
Asshole critics, drugs, and lost wanderings
Well, you're drinking early, semolina
It's better than busting your liver like Sisu
Or your nerves, like me
Or being like us, no?
Destroy your health, family, soul, this is fame
Take my liver, nauseated, when I give life advice
To the children, as long is I keep falling with the grass
Too little counts, cause I've gotten my head out of the fog
As long as my heart is under many layers of ice
But I gave lectures among the city youths
I know what they do at parties on Friday evenings
I remember the impulse to find myself
First, the sensations and then the responses
I remember the sunsets, like Delavrancea
Cedrea de la Mancea
Messed up from the ganja
I shudder like Vrancea, because time is reversible
But I remember that through God, everything is possible
Glory be to Him!
Rain with thorns,
My heart wanders, barefoot
And it beats for pleasure, it tells me to not give up
It gets lost, I lose me, myself
I look for the path between two worlds.
Don't think that I wanted to be some star,
I only like to express myself
But sometimes, in life, I had to play dirty, and it seemed like nectar
You can't stop yourself from licking your fingers when you make cakes as a baker.
And from year to year, it became all the more bitter.
What models do you think I found, do you think I had?
I told myself: "Come on, sell a gram, to make a dollar,
To keep your head above the wave."
I felt it like Cioran, but what a shame that he wasn't a thug
To tell him about the experience that I have, I had no idea
That pain helps you sometimes to break the pattern
You are willing to give yourself a year of liverty
So that you can feel suffering clearly
You stake everything on a die and you lose what is dearest to you
But you win a fan
I was like a child, I would always play
Now, I can barely smile anymore,
I always keep on thinking,
How to escape, and all that I desire
Is that you be models that I pride myself in.
Forget all that doesn't help you, come and try, a little love.
Forget all that doesn't help you, I say that it isn't expensive, a little love.
Rain with thorns,
My heart wanders, barefoot
And it beats for pleasure, it tells me to not give up
It gets lost, I lose me, myself
I look for the path between two worlds.
Eggplant the Kind
Radu Robert
الأربعاء, 14/03/2018 - 15:56
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!