Caviar

When I have no peace, love, happiness, or money
I don't know why I cry if deep down it's what I want
I have no peace, love, happiness, or money
I don't know why I cry if deep down that's how I get inspired

They copy my records and try to copy my style
But I'm calm; the best muse is with me
I found meaning in the beat of why I write
To leave something in the world and take something with me

In search of respect, I turned to my friends
The rest are just witnesses to my destiny
Before being eaten by the vulture of oblivion
Let this verse remain, accident of my senses

I only envy those who haven't been born yet
For them, what you and I create will be one day
I already hear my mom and my sister waking up
I finish this sentence and go to bed: Happy ending

I feel disgust towards your empty style
Every rhyme of mine is a gold and sapphire mine
Because I know the isolation and the pleasure of suffering
But not the limit of thought

Maybe I'll rearrange the furniture
Give a coat of paint to this gray life of mine
And raise the blinds of my eyelids
So the Sun's rays can dry my varnish tears

Ah, placid pains, sweet gall of melancholy
My inspiration, autumn from which flowers bloom
The hoarse cry that my soul belches is rough
But my crazy rhyme educates and never expires

And the advantage I have over them is such
That to reach their level I would have to start over