My dream shattered after one step
In fact I've got the face of someone who lost everything and wants it all back
If I'd put a bit less of my ego into my creed
Maybe my heart would be cement, not glass
If I look back I'm afraid I'll see her
Because I feel better if I run away from what you are in time
And if I could I'd vanish
I hate half of what you call my city and I'd kill the other half
And if I could I'd do more than this
I'd write lyrics for these catatonic fools for the encore musical
I'd make the same compromises as your dumb what's-his-name
Instead I drown in the complexes of a beautiful b*tch
Don't tell me 'Yeah, whatever'
You know what? Get the paycheck before these gigs
I even learned De Andrè's lyrics
Now I even see posers with Beats by Dre
Music's the only muse I abuse
Because it doesn't use me and never fooled me
Your naked flesh instead rejects me like an intruder
It lets me down, robs me of every ready-made excuse
So I refuse your forgiveness
I cry in the dark and talk to the wall, disappointed by what I am
Paradox: the more you get f*cked, the more you feel like a man
The more you become somebody later, the lonelier you feel
Here they say I'm full of myself and an a*shole too
When I've always been a neurotic in depression
Who hates every one of his songs, and the next one even worse
Because the fruit of malaise is even greater malaise
If you've got nothing to lose you can lose your mind
At that point unease doesn't matter anymore, just being the best, right?
Being the best, right, is self-conviction, right?
Then I'll be the best, period
If I were you I wouldn't stay like this
I'd go crazy, but I wouldn't act like this
This motherf*cker is gonna pray for me
But 'till the day I die, they'd better stay away from me
People like to lift you up if they can touch you
To show the others that if they want they can pull you up
But when you're too high and they can't touch you
They'll even throw stones at you just for the thrill of knocking you down
No f*cking way you beat me
You saying 'Nitro I don't like you anymore'
To me you're a slave just because you get on TV
F*ck you and your thousand invites on websites
These are my dirty pages against your clean clothes
Your clan is more confused and obtuse than any of your fans
What leader, my balls, you're not Kendrick Lamar
If you're all kings, the thrones are bar stools
You'd like to be the Festivalbar star
But reality smashes you in the face and outclasses you: Nitro is Kevin Durant
Maybe I'll die on the route like the Dakar rally
But my face is on the map and you won't erase it from here
How does it feel when the magic fogs up
And talent at the same time is the sentence and the amnesty
While melancholy returns in your eyes
But this time, ugly b*tch, remember: a quick f*ck and out
If you came to my place 'Hey buddy, how's it going?'
The only woman I've loved won't stay with me
She called me a pervert who went crazy with rap
And chose a loser from a rock cover band
B*tch, you gotta tell me why!
It's not about the rhymes, I wanna know why!
You don't kill someone who's already killed himself
What do you wanna decide if they've always decided for you?
For sure you don't act like me
You got no balls yet you try to expose yourself like me
You don't spend sleepless nights and tense days like me
Better to make music for money than for the deaf like you
It's fools like you who gossip about me
Because they've realized they're not strong like me
You don't have memories filled with too much remorse like me
But in the end you're all dead anyway, like me
If I were you I wouldn't stay like this
I'd go crazy, but I wouldn't act like this
This motherf*cker is gonna pray for me
But 'till the day I die, they'd better stay away from me