One fist in the air, one hand opened, because one does not prevent the other
In the shadow, I sharpen my word because the angel told me: "You are the speaker
Give strength to your brothers, be yourself and break your chains
Run and stand for what matters to you
Even if those upper class people end up taking offence"
Politics of carrots and his persecutor's smile
And a big chunk of the earth who has taken a golden coin for sun
Here pieces of info fly
Angry feeling
I take the frustrating charge of homicide inside ourselves
Let us say it, no one is born evil, we become that way
Too many drop down their heads to avoid the face of tomorrow
To every one their path, starting from everything or from nothing
Gone one day a happy heart, or the soul overwhelmed by sorrow
Anyway, to every one their mountain to climb
Their past their future
My friend pick up your life time goes fast
Their soul is sad because here they all claim they are holding the truth
The world of men: a wrong note, and to every one to make up for it
In the shadow of judgements I sharpen my verses
Because words can dismantle
Knots stuck inside the soul I am a sista I talk to my brothers
Too sincere to be used
Very far from your bunkers
Came to spit the truth, I swore it, a hand on my heart
Smiling to the heart and an eye tearing, because one does not prevent the other
I weigh my words because the angel told me "many have understood your being fed up
Give strength to your sisters
Be yourself and persevere
Look at the wonders despite the system
And transcribe as long as it is real
Rage comes from love
But is still a neutral force
It has to come back to love
Because the world of men is the only wrong note
Without that we are like those we fight
So that we understand well that outside humanity this world is not a match
Below there is fighting, survival
Smoking, drinking to draw a smile
Crazy vibes, sweet talking
When we should be united
All their headlines yield dumbness
Didn't come on earth to just endure
At every moment a swan dive
Tell them I'm not afraid of emptiness any more
Far away from the business, its vices
A lot of people have heard the call
Amazing for the misunderstood I am you have lightened my burden
Fuck fuck the system, that's moving away from its grips
Yes it feels sad
Child of an earth in crisis, of a world gone amok/wild
In the shadow of judgements I sharpen my verses
Because words can dismantle
Knots stuck inside the soul I am a sista I talk to my brothers
Too sincere to be used
Very far from your bunkers
Came to spit the truth, I swore it, a hand on my heart