LYRICS GAME

Nobody chooses their origin or their skin color

Like dreaming of a castle life when you live in the ghetto

Born with a vise round your neck, like Hugo's Cosette

Born in fatigues in a war, praying to the Most High

Son of the C.O.N.G.O, I've got this hate on the M.I.C.R.O

I've got the weight of words

Get out from the bottom, dream of ripping that canvas apart

Made of arms and tears

Made of blood and sobs

Facing the sea

I should've grown up

Face down on the ground

I could've died

I get back up

I grab my last dream

We both have the same hunger and we're both let down

I grab my last dream

It's drought on land where we never stop sowing

Sadness in eyes that can't cry

I've got many distant dreams, I've rebelled so much

I've swallowed loads of bullsh*t and it got me too sick

In life there are blows that hit deep and blows that glance

From the 'got a euro?' to the snatch-and-run blow

There's the State, the welfare crowd, the 'just go work'

If you're down low you gotta grind, you just can't quit

You never knew it, wanting to bag the dough

Throwing left-rights facing the sea, far from troubles

You never knew it, the urge to break out, dishing out the blows

Left-rights with a menacing look

Facing the sea

I should've grown up

Face down on the ground

I could've died

I get back up

I grab my last dream

We both have the same hunger and we're both let down

I grab my last dream

Facing the sea

You're the one who resists

Face down on the ground

Your name on the list

With all your being

Summoned to appear

It's the story of this pen choking in the tar

That gray matter the country never bought

We get back up, we floor it, aiming for the Pantheon

A shout-out to those who got it, who dream of consecration

The hunger, the drive, I've got it like my pals do

We wanna touch the starry sky without dropping our pants

Too few fairy godmothers and too many Cinderellas

Calo, Passi 2.0.0.4 action

Facing the sea

I should've grown up

Face down on the ground

I could've died

I get back up

I grab my last dream

Both with the same hunger, we're both disappointed

I grab my last dream

Both with the same hunger, we both aim higher

I grab my last dream

Nobody chooses their origin or their skin color

Like dreaming of a castle life

When you live in the ghetto

Born with a vise round your neck, like Hugo's Cosette

Born in fatigues in the conflict

And pray to the Most High

Son of the C.O.N.G.O

I've got this hate on the M.I.C.R.O

I've got the weight of words

Facing the sea we all wanna grow up

Calo, Passi too young to die