Walkman

Lights and asphalt, cars and shouts, laughter, rush, thefts, crimes, drugs and trends, written B-Boys, rough cities, cursed neighborhoods, I'm an urban loner, I need them.

Smoke and noises, dead, alive, executives and homeless living together, crossed avenues, herds of people pass by my side, indifferent, present but absent, people buying, people selling, my Walkman that turn on and everything changes, everything is understood. MCs start spitting garbage, pure shit in my ear, tell me, is there harder drug? Walking through life, hitting lies, turning corners, don't you hate this smoke you breathe? Confusion, little communication, evasion, better option, Hip-Hop, greater passion. In my world, in my thing, rhymes, cassettes and cables, my soul and the headphones, inseparable. Seeking happiness with the simplest things, and my Walkman connect, the streets shine.

The music in my Walkman makes the world shut up, nothing fails, it endures and I don't faint. The music in my Walkman makes the world shut up, I don't crash, and I don't miss a detail. The music in my Walkman makes the world shut up, and everything flows, today few things destroy me. The music in my Walkman makes the world shut up, and you hear it while you run away.

Hey, I never follow the path, the safe no longer brings mystery, you see an MC looking serious, blending in with the crowd, getting used to bad habits, and let the LPC light my way to the top, what top?, what peak? what fame? Many would sell their mom to get here, I write poems so you can see beyond the wall of my skin, I hope you understand me well. Of all my thoughts, now I make you a witness, I walk, content, at least I'm still alive. More rhymes, more batteries and strokes, wisdom injected into my hatred, you feel the pricks. My Walkman and I, me and my Walkman, turning storms into calm, making alarms deaf, and without more weapons, today I have nothing left, I just want to walk and listen to shitty rhymes. You see that luck is cast, but I'm immune, feeling your stares when the mic joins me. This is the reality, and reality sucks, but my Walkman connect and no one bothers me.

The music in my Walkman makes the world shut up, nothing fails, it endures and I don't faint. The music in my Walkman makes the world shut up, I don't crash, and I don't miss a detail. The music in my Walkman makes the world shut up, and everything flows, today few things destroy me. The music in my Walkman makes the world shut up, and you hear it while you run away. [x2]

Listening to good shit [x4]

Lights and asphalt, cars and shouts, laughter, rush, thefts, crimes, drugs and trends, written B-Boys, rough cities, cursed neighborhoods, I'm an urban loner, I need them. [x2]