48 bars to the listener..

48 bars to the listener..

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You think you know me, please, you have no idea
you think my life is great? shit, i cover up the tears
i cant shreed tears infront of people, cuz others will cry
i think i have to much on my mind, i hope i survive (survive)

but i, dont know sometimes, cuz its killing me slowly
would it be okey with a girl that willingly hold me?
is it the fact that i rap about the past and all that?
or is it cuz everytime i see an obstacle i try to fall back

Damn, im confused and lost, wanna go trough this fog
and dont look back, but i keep doing it, my bad, my fault
i shouldnt be so deppressed, i have wonderfull family n friends
and i have my life in my hands, i am blessed

but i cant do anything about it
i keep looking down, and i keep on falling
should figth and try to reach the big top?
every rapper gives up, this aint hip hop?

the best hiphop song today is called "Get low"
where are the poetry man? this is death row
and the beats you are rapping on, its whack and wrong
and the result in the end of the day, it aint half a song

is this what im searching for? some madmans with mics
that cant rap or write, man, that aint so tigth
should i give up? and be the man that they want me to be?
hell no, i dont wanna look back and think "that aint me?!"

this is me! hopefully the same man that you see in the mirror
and not the person that you see in magazines, on the pictures
that would do anything to just lose some weigth
that they puke out pain, is it really that cruel today?

Maybe its time for this world to do a makeover
and just save soldiers with a couple of great shoulders
im ashamed of this world that im living in today
with a middle mans pain, but its hidden with shame

dont tell me its great, cause it aint!
dont try to tell me that its just raining today
look its my heart, that is painting this picture
this is art, from an angel with visions

Listen, cause once again im screaming in vein
Screaming in pain, wanna leave from this rain
and belive that its great even if it aint
wanna be like you, to not have clue of what to say

this is rap, this is nonsens
this is me walking tro progress
its the favorite duett, Maketo n sinima
so come on, take the hate n bring it on

im feeling lost in a riddle, the fog is much thicker
my heart is on the left, my soul on the rigth
and a war in the middle of this beautiful nigth
dont cry my dear friends, its my funeral, mine!