Tu Medicina

I smile, after so long, immersed in a dark struggle
Day by day, to achieve what we have deserved and no, I
Don't hold back, I don't think I'm a damn conceited, what is needed
Is balls to say it, I have the right to be heard and not
Always be on the lookout if I have gone too far

And yet, here we are, sold, at the mercy of
Any unscrupulous, with a pen in one hand and in the
Other a knife, to cut you, to slash you, to tell you that you're worthless
Decide my career without having known, treated and at least
Listened to and, of course, seen

Another letter, active and passive however you want to take it, I'm sure
You remember, we were good hosts and you treated us
Like a total asshole, screwing, ignoring and with the hammer
Hitting, where it hurts the most, asshole, in what you preach and
That says something like: All brothers holding hands
I don't believe the sermon, I don't give a shit about your position
And here we have reached, I want it to be very clear
Tired of waiting, frustrated but armed

With hope, you can be sure
I also keep my pride
To exist, to believe in myself was the only way to survive
And to whom else, should I ask permission
To speak, without bothering, without mincing words when naming
Everything as it should be called

This song is not a cliché, okay
It was written without excluding anyone
As we climb a new step, they screw you in this profession
And so, we are and a thousand years will pass
Maybe, it may take a few more fighting and giving you something to talk about
Because deep down I know where you wanted to be

Taste of your own medicine