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Doing Christ poses in my mind I write calisthenics
I remember the people's shout partying on the sidewalk
I walk Bethlehem with a couple of brothers coming from outside
I smoke an intoxicated candle and burn myself with wax

Cigarettes last longer than girlfriends for me
I lack sleep for wanting to make history
For complex questions, obvious answers
The ghetto is ghetto in Medellin, in Tokyo, or in Warsaw

I don't have ScotiaBank, I don't let myself be beaten
I want to find a way to escape to another place, thanks to my blood, Ha!
Why tell you that I spend whole days playing and healing art
Time is more productive for me than for many others

If they talk to you about that curly-haired guy, it's surely me
Give me a second, I'll attend to you and get out of the hole
Killing his rap suits me well, I love to hate
It rained two hours ago, and it's going to rain again

Insulting the shitty weather while drinking coffee
I am personified rage, almost Vincent Cassel
You give me kisses later, I have things to do
Hey, I'm always rhyming like you always wanted

I make the crew vibe with you
Don't forgive me if I break your shin
I drink an Aperol Spritz while eating a calzone
Don't listen to your brain and follow your passions
And I know what you see

You say doing it is easy, and you were just an almost rapper
Life is like that
I barely got the money with my bros and split it
I hid it so I wouldn't smoke it all at the party

Yes, Ha!
Oblivion in this bitch
Shout-out Saygi, the buddies
Barbatos