Corte Nemea

It's a tough, complex, and pretty tough task
Because many people don't really understand what this culture means to me
They know they always saw me running freely through mountains and plains
I'm a wild horse, I don't like saddles
Listen and learn a little, they don't understand what I present

More than a movement with four elements, six letters, a great feeling
My instrument of fire, no playing, my world, my sword, my real life
It keeps me secluded in the background like a coral, ah!
I'm my boss, also my last link
Many out there without a job want to climb up to my humble step
Through the elevator, that's cheating, it's well known, your story isn't true

I step in like me without touching the doors
Censored, in passing also badly looked at
For going head-on with the government then the media turned their backs on me
Rights only on the left, everything is a mess that's badly distributed
I don't understand why in my country there's only one party
Committed to me, to all my idea and what I narrate

Shaping the phrases like a pair of hands playing with mud
No posh, my bro, I live hard the hip hop in real times I grab the muses
Navigating through dark seas like Jack Sparrow
Too much time in this giving it all
Pulling out with blind eyes bits of light from the bottom of the mud
I turned my dream into a Sun after a cruel path
Now don't try to come and grab onto it

Listen well
I never had anything, man, and with nothing I go
You don't know what I went through in this life to be where I am
You can memorize my name, but not know who I am
There were many sleepless nights to get to today
I moved to my cosmos, smoking and walking alone
In my ship there are no pirates, I'm the only corsair
No one ever changes my mind with a simple comment
I know what I want and I love it even if I have to go against