La Odisea Pt. 2

Yeah!
With the spirit made of mie***
But an unbreakable spirit
My spirit was encouraged today, ok?

Well, I want you to listen to me now
As you sink into this adventure
In this journey, I invite you to come with me
Through the times and beyond
Utopian in the beat and the cevla in the lyrics
Shhhhh

With the first listen, I already have the first line
I didn't come to talk about rap, it defines itself
Perhaps to be a healer, to relieve pain
For better or for worse, I must be your doctor

Identify with my rap, but not with me
If you have your life in pieces
Go talk to your friends
I don't understand your problems
Nor do I want to understand them
I already have my problems
And I still can't solve them

There's nothing more pleasant
Than feeling that I found the path
Rapping the whole world
Over a sixties rhythm
May my rap help you
But I only aspire, I expect nothing
This year again I don't prosper
The prosperous new year

I only fear more than normal
Waking up every morning feeling bad
Feeling like I'm sleeping in a hospital
For the daily battle
I carry a couple of Michael Jackson tracks
And my war cry is yeah!

My walk begins with my head down
My body lives in rest
But my mind always works
And the way it writes
Still impacts me, remains intact
I've always been self-taught
In the art of finding the right word

So many rappers hoping I make a mistake
It's the price I assume for what I provoked with my rap
I provoked a coronation, I still have the touch
What is not written here
Maybe I'll place it later with touch-ups

I seek the mental forest
Peace is not outside
I hear the murmur of the nymphs
And the dust begins
It's the noise of the machines
Doesn't erase what you imagine
You'll see pages in flames
The wounded earth cries

It was like this inside my head
I carry hells, eternal apocalypses
Tidal waves and fires
Faith in God was replaced by nervous breakdowns
Appreciation had a price, and that's how it was lost

Thoughts turned into people with amazement
Crying for their dead children among the rubble
People who laugh, some bad, some good
Others who walk the streets
Carrying worlds on their shoulders

Dressed in black
I don't go rapping in the street
People think I'm crazy
Talking to myself, telling me to shut up!

I have the urge to shout these lyrics of this sixth
I must be honest
Rapping is more than sex!

Ideas rain down in the studio
It's a deluge, it's the Danube
That rose on Vesuvius

Oh! What do you think when you write?
The blond boy asks me
The question is wrong
Because I don't think, I just flow

I want more pages
I want freedom
I remember when I was 16
I had plenty of will
The rapper was loyal
The rapper was real
The rapper made tracks
Without getting mixed up with????

When I made rap
It was pure, it was pure passion
Today there's contamination
There's tension, there's pressure
There are hungry wolves
Waiting for my production
Thousands of eager eyes
To find an inaccuracy

I want children to learn
For adults to understand
Don't sell out
Not everything is sold in stores

I seek the perfect rhyme and beyond
When I find it, it will say
A rhyme more perfect than me awaits you

And so I continue the search
For the light that gives
The best rhyme
Is also the cross that goes
On my shoulders and the pain
That goes away on the bus
Even Jesus is gone
My loneliness is raw
Don't judge me anymore

I released a new album
And with it new friends
Invitations to a thousand songs
And to a thousand massive events
If necessary, I won't continue
Since success is massive
I remain faithful and don't forget
Those who have always
Been with me

Radio programs
Portals and magazines
Where annoying people appear
Disguised as artists
This urge to pretend
Is far from the real lyricist
Read sad behind the glass
Nothing exists, everything is freestyle

If there's no canvas
I fog up the windows
To write on my breath
Everything I think, and
If time is lacking
I rap my torments
The tactic is for the tick-tock
To become addicted to what I feel

Time passes more slowly when you suffer
And even the scent of the one you love
You confuse with sulfur
I left the softness of words in another letter
Let it be clear that I never decided to be a poet

I don't know why you say
You rap what you've lived
If all I hear from you
Is about what you've drunk

I write, and I write and I write
For a thousand reasons
As it seems you don't have
It doesn't matter, I invite you

If I wanted fame
I'd rap stupid and cool stuff
But this isn't for you, nor for me
It's because it gives emotion

My pain will be rapped
It's no use hiding
My rap alone amazes
It doesn't leave me alone or in the shade

This is big and it expands even more
It's not a hobby, it's not plan B
It's what I was born for
Almost describing it, I feel hungry

I understand that they don't understand
Something that is inexplicable
I don't understand that they don't understand
That not everything is explainable

Time passes and I witness
How my friends do it
Many different voices
Reproduce their phrases
I don't think they're happy
For making that happen
Because to achieve it in their rap
They had to put on disguises

I don't know why you rap
If you don't love rap
Like you cry, suckle
You can't do anything else
Don't write what I
Could never reach
15 years of respect
Or 15 minutes of fame

I know you don't want to sound super superficial
But that's how artificial art sounds
Stay calm, they'll always buy you
They'll compare me, relax, idiots are never lacking

While your great desire for fans was born
My great desire for fantasies grew
My experiences in longing for longings
The difference is my rap verses in my gums

They say I'm annoying
I'm broken, I'm lame
And that I'm also jealous of a thousand things
But no one knows me
They only recognize a thousand voices
That I know only listen to Bosé
And they still haven't come out of the closet

In love with my style
Call me Narcissus
My rap is Galatea
I'm Pygmalion if necessary
If you caught the public well
Smoke it up, dude
Stop talking about me, asshole
And improve your shitty song
Yeah!

Of the human and the divine
I define my path
Think of a phrase
I'll guess it and make it real
I make that happen, yeah!
Let rap be more
You'll understand that you can
Be capable of finding the voice
That truly, truly, truly
You'll finally drink in peace