Baliza

Called a deviation of character personality
Peter Pan syndrome
Peter Parker complex

Young padawan
In the direction of crack
Three sheets of diazepam
To live in Iraq

The bottled desire
In this exchange of pleasures
In the den of chores
Spiritual demand

Narcissus doesn't enjoy anything
That is not a mirror
And part of fear
For existential laziness

Where everything moves
It becomes art what I touch
With a trace of the obvious
I dirty my trauma with ink

No calm in my tone
There's only soul in my team
Birds exchanged
Freedom for birdseed

Calibrating the pen
To maintain precision like a rifle shot
I already divided the bread now I'll divide the beef
Funny that my life for playboy is just a trip
Burned so fast I nicknamed it gift

I smell these colors
Innocence in malice
Inspiration in these drums
I give life, I don't warn

I don't know everything about anything
Took the ship out of the bottle
And your idea in practice
Is just a theory

You don't need to be John
Just have to respect Mary
It's been nights
Since I haven't had a good day

I remain in search
Because she excites me
In the street we bump into each other
It ends where it begins

Good boy is
Just missing malice
From the door out is another kind of caress
Love is only from mother
From an early age, people warn

Drives like hell but crashed while parking
Not everything ends in pizza

My enemy is me and I've already crossed it off the list
Your problem is yours so don't bring it up
Enough sad stories, mine is enough

The crazy ones who want to live off rap
Life between the kick and the snare
I'm serious, release the EP
You through the click, bro

Some are in cemeteries
Others are in seminaries
Here is another rank
I don't give a damn about your Patek

I prefer the pen to the joint
I suggest it's internal
To eternalize
Put more riff in my bap

I'm in the loop of stress
And only those who try can make it
So, brother, here's the thing
Not everything that fits, serves