Outro Purgatorio

(Let me do it, ah) (Tedua)
(Purgatory, it's the outro)
(The flow is strong as you would have never said)
(Tedua, Chris Nolan)
(It's not the end) (Tedua)
(2023, Wild Bandana, uh)
(To all my brothers) (Tedua)

I was a child in the third ring of San Siro
Ronaldo with a broken knee and the world in despair
I was scared too for my talent
But this is my comeback

The mind whispers while the soul screams at you
Light of reason, light up this dark depression
Once in the chaos there was no TAO, there was nothing
But just the writer's block (ah, Tedua)

My mother cries as she sees the blood tests
I hold her tight, hug her, make her feel important
Now that I'm grown up there are still many
Questions I have to ask her

I wish I could be closer to her, I was distant
Let's overcome this hell like Dante, ah
Too many things, too many things that are not right (no)
Every time, every time it suits you (you)

You suck away my solar energy and run away
The cable car will take me down to the valley
I lose my girlfriend, but I cry for a day
She betrayed me, I feel disgusted imagining her in that room

Love for me is respect because beauty tires
But you are a child and I, and I have forgiven you (Tedua)
I am empathetic and sensitive
You can live the right to understand with the duty not to pretend

And it's not masochism, I love when you are sincere
After you lied to me because we break down selfishness
I no longer idealize a person (no)
In the love at first sight that impresses you

What I don't like about you is what I haven't understood about myself
That's how it works
Arrogant people think they understand you in a few hours
They think they've read you like school books

Then they are surprised if you disappoint them
Then they are hurt because they hold grudges
I don't expect anything, I give respect and trust
My best friends are my luck

I know I don't fully understand them
I discover them day by day and that's what comforts me
It's commendable, I see things in a better way
I was guilty, I owe apologies, you're right

I was weak, tiles tangle the kite
That surrenders between the TV antennas
Losing mentality that makes you enough
You haven't changed at all and you always complain

I can't stand people anymore
Blaming others and forgetting their choices
They do coke at parties, then uselessly dry me up
They lie while we were aware of being unconscious (Tedua)

Real guys from Genoese neighborhoods
Ten against twenty, twenty against one
I didn't kick anyone (Cogo)
Few try to self-analyze

Many others try to anesthetize themselves
In that square I saw graduates talking about politics
History and finance with dockworkers (And then?)
I saw bullying, classism, sexism, racism

They just added a filter
In the hypocrisy of social media while you take photos of your ass
And your insecure boyfriend calls you a bitch
My experience is in the fabric of the street

She marries me because in prose I have always romanticized her
I can only be proud of being listened to in every neighborhood in Italy
I apologize for when I braked, angry
And made her get out of the car high

I told you: Get out of the house, but it was raining and it was late at night
You were crying, alone on foot, in para for the 90
I came back desperate to pick you up to give you a ride
Even hurting myself, making myself a bastard

I couldn't give up, I wanted you by my side
I would have left you the last lifeboat
Sorry again if I disappointed you
When you lost your home, wife, and daughter (how is it?)

But it seemed to me like talking to a wall
And this record has taken up three years of my life (but)
I care about you and the embarrassment of talking presses
While every memory comes to the surface

Leaves in the belly a sea wave like Cogo in that photo
Criminals with calluses on their hands for dirty work
My necklace has a broken clasp and I haven't fixed it
To remind me of the day I pushed you and you grabbed it

On your body hands on the neck just for sex
Because I won't be rough with my girlfriend
Forgive me and heal me from any guilt (Out)
I'm close to paradise, now I see the door (go)
I managed to become another person

A better one, without losing the fabric
Because I'm rich, I'm part of an elite
You were there before I became a VIP and ran away from here
I look at myself on Noisey, I've grown a lot
Remaining of the people just like the son of God, Tedua

Because some do the artist, some are the artist
The wait in Purgatory has exhausted us, but
You have grown and I have grown with you
Thank you for the trust, now it's my turn for Paradise