Cara Italia

I smoke, I enter, I change my face
How it will end is already known
I have to be careful, damn
If I get her pregnant then my mother will
Because I'm still a child
A bit Italian, a bit Tunisian
She's from Puerto Rico, if it happens because of Trump it's a mess

But what kind of politics is this?
What's the difference between left and right?
The ministers change but not the soup
The toilet is here on the left, the bathroom is at the end on the right
Straight on my way
Better than nothing, more than nothing
Okay, you wait downstairs
If mom doesn't like you, I don't like you

You tell me: I knew it but I don't believe it
I'm not stupid
There are those with closed minds who are left behind
Like in the Middle Ages
The newspaper abuses it, talks about the foreigner as if he were an alien
Without a passport, looking for money

I feel lucky
At the end of the day
When I'm lucky
It's the end of the world
I'm a crazy reader, a crazy outlaw
Out of the flock, writing: Fool who reads

Oh, eh, oh, when duty calls me
Oh, eh, oh, I answer and say: I'm here
Oh, eh, oh, you tell me: Listen to your mom
Oh, eh, oh, one, two, three: I'm already there
Oh, eh, oh, when they tell me: Go home!
Oh, eh, oh, I reply: I'm already here
Oh, eh, oh, I love you, dear Italy
Oh, eh, oh, you are my sweet half

Wait, my ears are ringing
Suspense, a moment before the sequel
Cachet doesn't understand coins
Crash Bandicoot collect the apples
In my group all beautiful faces
Like a beautiful black man heading to Benin City
I don't waste words, I don't talk to Siri
Happy to make music for kids

Before leaving a comment, think
Before peeing against the wind, steer
Before spending your salary, wait
I go back to Baggio, I can't do without it
Shakera!

Your phone may not work in the hinterland
Ended up freestyling on a raft in the dock
My WhatsApp chat looks like Instagram
Love and ambition already in my starter pack
Prisoners of Azkaban escaped from Alcatraz
We did our homework just to get by

I feel lucky
At the end of the day
When I'm lucky
It's the end of the world
I'm a crazy reader, a crazy outlaw
Out of the flock, writing: Fool who reads

Oh, eh, oh, when duty calls me
Oh, eh, oh, I answer and say: I'm here
Oh, eh, oh, you tell me: Listen to your mom
Oh, eh, oh, one, two, three: I'm already there
Oh, eh, oh, when they tell me: Go home!
Oh, eh, oh, I reply: I'm already here
Oh, eh, oh, I love you, dear Italy
Oh, eh, oh, you are my sweet half

Oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh

Oh, eh, oh, when duty calls me
Oh, eh, oh, I answer and say: I'm here
Oh, eh, oh, you tell me: Listen to your mom
Oh, eh, oh, one, two, three: I'm already there
Oh, eh, oh, when they tell me: Go home!
Oh, eh, oh, I reply: I'm already here
Oh, eh, oh, I love you, dear Italy
Oh, eh, oh, you are my sweet half