Yeh, yeh, street dreams
2008 (Mhm-mhm-mhm)
Milan streets, Genoa in the place, guys
It is a journey toward awareness
Which is the yardstick of consciousness
In appearance I was losing my essence
The devil leaves me a breath of air, then cuts Ariadne’s thread
In the labyrinth of the Minotaur that cages me
Seeing my mother cry breaks my heart
Seeing my friend in prison breaks my heart
Seeing her leave breaks my heart
I’ll survive the pain, I’ll wеar it for hours
Until then it will slip like rain on the coat
Ryan, thе first lyrics at 10 years old
I rapped in front of the foster family
Pen and paper, without mom
Out of anger he seeks an imaginary weapon
Then growing up I understood, I too came from the discomfort described
In every rap track I used to hear (Seh)
I wanted to give voice to the street but with values
In the loser’s circle I saw the best talents go to waste
Hey, man, are you okay? Do you see me drinking?
A thousand prayers just for you (Eh)
Fuck it, Tedua, hit ’em, leave ’em laid on the ground
Mario will throw a tantrum, he doesn’t want to go to war
Leaves fall in October, we’re losing him, doctor (Uh-oh)
I’m not the king, I’m the leader of the rebellion
It’s a mission, religion, it’s an admission of guilt
May the Lord forgive me or I’ll go to hell with three shots in my lungs (Ah)
And it doesn’t suit well with me, nothing is holding me back
Not even chains, I used to be a cashier (Oh)
And don’t think money is all that important
Don’t think so only after you’ve made ’em
Don’t assume your sins will be forgiven
Here Heven is paid for, but Hell is always free
La vida loca breaks the rhythm of the breathless rapper
That gives air to the mouth without an elaborated concept, ah
Your jaw locks, brother, think about it, you’re gangsta
But you’ll be a bait for the right-wing press that would like a maranza to fail
Abandon all hope you who enter the scene
The years have passed and the hype for Tedua has not dead
I end your career, an era instead begins for me
This is The Divine Comedy, T-E-D
It’s my crew, go against it, die
Over the boat no controllers, hey
Mayday, my nightmares look like circles
Uh oh, I know, I have no guardian angels
But I have a contract with Sony
Yeah, yeah, I’m from the block, though I suffer for those who are still not alright
Okay, I’m taking your place because I’m taking what’s ours
New necklace on, I’m not blue nor red
I’m from the rough sea where at the harbor you find packs of coarse salt
In the hereafter at my age you feel war, you feel no pity
Kaaris-Booba, leave in the middle
These on the ground that fuck, but
My Lambo is my bitch, you pay yours by the hour
I bring a pack for the block, it’s my album out now
