Meu Nome Não É Jones

Larry's the jon jones and the larry's
Larry's the jon jones the jon jones and the larry's
Larry's the jon jones the jon jones and the larry's
Larry's the jon jones the jon jones and the larry's

I see lines that work like the boss's factory treadmill
Mismatched I'm labeled "manufacturing error"
Yank!
No label, no barcode, no purpose
So don't bump into me
Bees buzzing angrily through the metropolis
Rusty stingers in the ironworks of the cosmopolis
Jostling to gain their own propolis
"Devouring" the next Anthony Hopkins type
Black and yellow, black and yellow and here I am
And a tired gray parallel tired of reflecting
I teach you to be normal, yes
Everyone is the same
They say prejudice is negative but it's natural
Funeral and celebrated life
Looking at others, all crazy
They are born, run, and die slowly
I don't make a peace sign to you, in fact
A white flag is having nothing to say
I prefer not to get involved
It's all so boring...
I hate traffic and feel a bit strange in a tie
Autocratic place, where it's not the dog that turns into a mutt
Blind justice and freedom is just a statue
Broken inside, vandalized outside
Pretends to be made of cement just to pretend not to cry
Now say you're scared and I'll forgive you
For standing still waiting for your time
Seeing sealed hearts, exported by the fear industry
As a bonus, an overdose of worries
Involving you in this hypnotic plot
Creating situations that force you to live earlier

From stop to trigger plin in a magic trick
Made by me, for me
Papyrus page by page
Only those who think they know "noise" don't understand
And poetry itself is more peculiar than plagiarism
Concrete, solid, mahogany, octagon and fragile skin
For doctors, thinkers, and omens
Ceases heat a lot
Time passes and I'm in a hurry
City is a piece
Pay attention to the farce of the party
Say the prayer that's missing
It's been a long time coming
It passes and mistreats where there's no resistance
The boss wins
The worker draws
The prophet analyzes, warns
The poet arrives and portrays
But how? Who sponsors? Who's the owner? Who's on the throne?
Rats in the pool, in the subway the mice
Brothers and plans
Years and damages
Collector of falls with possession of your rubble

I want to forget to write to thank or please
Not even describe or provide for Baghdad
I'm here and there
Smile, dream
With so much strange explanation, man, it's hard to explain
Just believe
Will it be?
That it's just to believe?
This fiction is pitiful and tries to deceive me
For I am
Chaos and peace
Nature and doubt
Music, certainty, loneliness, freedom
Twenty more
Toast another beat
Toll paid to pass this limit
Believe it or underestimate
But don't get upset
If I get upset in the end with your guess
Free, not puritan, crazy and sinful
I'm just freeing myself and asking where I'm going?

Larry's the jon jones and the larry's
Larry's the jon jones the jon jones and the larry's
Larry's the jon jones the jon jones and the larry's
Larry's the jon jones the jon jones and the larry's

So
Sly walks in the shadow hidden
Friend, even danger opening the pocket to talk to me
Be careful where you put your finger, right?
Cynical thinking
Afraid even of biometric re-registration
It's serious!
Satellites watch, knew exactly where I would be
There are too many cameras, there are gas chambers,
Stun guns, shock troops, there's even a shock fence
There are bugs in the kids' walkie-talkies
Playing ball in a minefield
Click clack is check!
So light up a joint label brow new walk without ice
No sugar please to sour my nightmares
19 and over a thousand stories in the world
Content is what differentiates a talker from a chatterbox
I've seen a lot of stuff
Venom from the "parrot's beak"
And even "Paraguayan Trojan horse"
I've also seen gold in the baskets
And you know what's worth?
And I saw that life "guelaio is fistáile"

In the glass
In the hallway just focus
To not be just another body
That's why I set fire
Because I'm just another crazy
It's just a little more
I almost left the globe tied here on the stick
And when I touch on the subject, it's
I have this habit
After breaking down the door is when I ring the bell
My God, where's Amarildo who hides the "Maria"?
Today the party is there in the burrow, I need company
The truth sets me free, lies comfort me
Reality that confirms, how it hurts when it touches
Rebel or reveal no one is of iron
Living on the surface of the skin
Who cares?

Another chopped Marlboro
And I don't even want these drags
Bills, lines, cars, honking, pipes, druggies
Welcome to the jungle or vulture land
Where evil is instinct
Capital, Carandiru
Between prey and hunter, forgiveness and resentment, price and value
I ask to lose the hatred and spread love
More than spit certainties, disguises of cupids' faces,
Made up, shaped, lost
But being able to detach and no longer deceive myself
Realizing that with each line I'm finding my place
And it's just hard to silence the voice that insists on judging
Listen that it's us, but ready to run over
With the desire to be here, with the desire to leave
To forget everything and everyone, but I still can't go
Hunting observing walls, turnstiles, and bars
Passing trace, reporting outbursts, tricks, and phases
So if you snap your fingers I lose the fear of what I want to see
I grow and see that my desire is just to live