Mom, I don't want to die
I want to see if even me, I can do something good
Before the end
There are still many things that I have to understand
I still got mistakes to do
And new places to discover
Mom, I don't want to die
I still got too much microphones ready that are waiting for me
I'll still have a billion rhymes
I've drunk too much beer
I've got too much things to do
And if I die I hope that the grass that I keep between the books will not be smoky
I've still things to say
I still have the nightmares and devils behind the death that call
But I still want to have fun
I still have too much important movies that I want to watch
I still have the biggest dreams
I still have too much girls that I want to fuck
I still want to be heard
Even if inside I'll always have something that depresses me and represses me
Which forces me to stay still, only to suffer
Like the rocks on the sea
Like the rain falls on the coffins
I'm still thirsty, I'm still hungry
Mom, I swear I'll make you a son
I'll right away buy him some Nike and a camouflage vest
I know he'll be the coolest of the kindergarten
Hold him, look at him and put the mirror on his face
Forget everything and imagine that, in the end, I won
Mom, I don't want to die
Look at me, I vomit bile
I still don't really know what I want
But I know that I still have to suffer, yeh, yeh
I have still too much style
I still have a brain that is full of ideas
And a heart that is full of thorns
I still have bullets in my riffle
I still don't believe in love
For me, it's just an illusion
Like summer on the april's mornings
We are dancing in a minefield, avoiding the mines
Mom, I don't want to die