Every street corner reeks of bitterness
They sell the green, don't think that love has endured
We only think about making dough, with a hard head
We've all proven ourselves in dark neighborhoods
We spend all four seasons there, they've done stupid things
We've fought our brothers, don't let little brother smoke and drink
Dream of sluts, insult women
In two or three encounters, become the state's worst enemy
How many have managed ovens? You see the judge
When your buildings have played tricks on you
I know that hardship pushes to vice, that we will be smarter
Between school and the street, we are real Swiss knives
I've heard these words too much, in halls with broken windows
Ask C.Sen, I crack and repeat myself like a scratched disc
Hang out with the same guys, talk about everything, about nothing
Postpone the previous day's goals and say we'll handle everything tomorrow
Shake the same hands, cross the same looks from the brothers who come down
With a 10 bar or a can of booze
Beer packs after the gym
Takeaway kebabs, damn skull-headed neighborhood
There's the buddy we don't see much anymore, rumors on his back
Clans forming, it stinks of piss
On the bench, people sleeping
You see your middle school ex, she thinks you haven't changed
That you're still the prey of the BAC
And you see her get into a BMW of a suit-and-tie guy
It mocks in all directions, saying she had cheated on you
That you had lost it, that you had called her mother a big whore
You come out of 48 hours of custody it's not serious, huh
You've never been afraid of the closet, or fights, it's your life huh
It comes out head high, without giving a name
In the hood we all have nicknames, except you
Same, there's nothing that corresponds to you
Go to sleep when our mothers get up, have to hide the red eyes
Completely drunk, you woke up your sister who told you "but you're weird"
No brother on Facebook, no photo to see
Yesterday you put your father's, but you just want to hear his voice
You knew all the dads who leave and the smooth talkers
But not the suffering of a son when it's the dad who dies
The empty fridge, the letters from the employment center, the requests for housing assistance
No way to find sleep, you just want to be loaded with cash
Unfortunately that's not the case, it thinks about guns, about robberies
To avenge this fucking childhood you don't talk about
There's hash, no more cigarettes, the grocer has closed, it's dead
You're in trouble, yet in the business of cartridges from Spain

And impossible to find sleep
So you do push-ups, pull-ups, abs
Impossible to find sleep
So you hang out on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
Impossible to find sleep
You watch a movie, you get to the credits
Impossible to find sleep
And when you least expect it, it falls on you
And the next day my brother, you're back, yeah the next day

You drop off CVs but you don't even hope they'll call you back
You do it for your conscience and to avoid troubles
Have a little bit of cash, move in dream-selling parties
No choice, destroy yourself, consume yourself
No longer notice the passing time
Choked in the routine of weekends
Just pause to fuck cops
On Friday you see losers going to the Mosque
You're from an atheist family, how to believe? We are so little spoiled
We grew up with nothing, we lost our values
Fucking dog's life, lie on Twitter, sleep until 4pm
Gone are the days of Hate, selling weed is shit
Besides, we saw them sell bad luck, but not the regrets that come
Knife fights, stories of territory, girls, little brothers
The neighborhood has welded us, we'll tell each other once in the cemetery
Eaten by doubts, appearance problems, heartbreaks
Guys who sweat jealousy for Foot Locker shoes
Cross the old ones at the barber's, the neighbor's son at the Post Office
Then learn from his best friend
That today he's like me, yeah he's become a rapper

This is for the fallen angels, this is for the disappointed people
Yeah, yeah, every street corner reeks of bitterness
They sell the green, don't think that love has endured
We only think about making dough with a hard head

Tomorrow is far, tomorrow is dead, tomorrow is awful
Because I have friends on the field that the judge puts offside
Tomorrow is far, tomorrow is dead, tomorrow is awful
Because I have friends on the field that the judge puts offside

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