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Look around like a castaway
I sat down to rest like a bird,
lit my cigar as if it were the only
and I felt so free as if it were summer
talk to myself like a dream,
hug my family as if it were the latter,
I closed my eyes hard like a king,
and follow my path like a tramp.

My heart still fasting Ramadan in costante
is the tam-tam drum sorcerer clan.
It is another written text, another shout,
another eruption of the volcano and my words which iran
those people where iran, costumes
ties and luxuries of silver
glass and hugging her maternal instinct suitcases

There is no happy ending deep in black or applause,
gesture serious, attentive ear is the affection that I caused.
Doblehache my fetish, as I Shagged night
I heard Mrs. reproach,
I'm not a yuppie or a dandy rather a junkie
of catches so here you brandi tranqui, fumata and escape,
coal, with the honest storytelling of rue leaves
the verse action, they move and you tatu, what I hate
reveals the siblings,
basketball games dreams and growth,
and 20 years are nothing says the tango,
so in my chest and no medals or ranks so young,
energy ready and looking for my place as a phone in the guide.

And which would be rich, and if I were rich,
I would give to one who would kill and who would die.

Are my promises fulfilled in days for life,
without swagger you thought rap
how easy would talk about me, my ego, etc, etc
how difficult is to put the world in words, rhyming the tempo,
circumvent the time, rap sculpture of a temple,
verse is to make the sword, for example,
and so after handicap handicap
wandering in my memories I longed belle epoque.

And your walk with the world at your feet or your back,
you lose the car, drugs, skirts
I know the sectretos keep you locked
and I had two teachers: Mr. Book and Lord Street.

Look around like a bird,
I sat down to rest as if Feura summer
lit my cigarette like a hobo
and I felt so free like a castaway,
myself speak as if the only,
my family hug like a king,
I closed my eyes hard like a dream
and follow my path as if it were the last
bring the essence of one who always responds
is to reveal where he kisses the sky and sea,
reveal where the dark truth is hidden,
Come to my side go in search of El Dorado,
look where, look where, if my letters confused me
and my great love hip-hop is not for me sometimes,
is the age where I live, fairs and carousels,
where everything is attractive, interactive and addictive.

Difficult situation if faced such temptations
Pope in the bar returned to play, breast against the idiot box
and the family is removed as Proficient
while the children with bad people talking in the bar opposite. Transformation from good guy in delinquent
quarrels and fights, read between the lines of my lines ever.

Look around like a castaway
I sat down to rest like a bird,
lit my cigar as if it were the only
and I felt so free as if it were summer
talk to myself like a dream,
hug my family as if it were the latter,
I closed my eyes hard like a king,
and follow my path like a tramp.

My heart still fasting in Ramadan costante,
is the tam-tam drum sorcerer clan.
It is another written text, another shout,
another eruption of the volcano and my words which iran
those people where iran, costumes
ties and luxuries of silver
glass and embracing their suitcases with maternal instinct.

There is no happy ending deep in black or applause,
gesture serious, attentive ear is the affection that I caused.
Doblehache my fetish, as I Shagged night
I heard Mrs. reproach,
I'm not a yuppie or a dandy of a junkie rather tranqui
so caught your brandy, fumata and escape, Hull,
with the honest storytelling of the rue
let the verse action, they move and you tatu,
what it reveals hate between brothers,
basketball games dreams and growth,
and 20 years are nothing says the tango,
so in my chest and no medals or ranks so young,
energy ready and looking for my place
as a phone in the guide.

And which would be rich, and if I were rich,
I would give to one who would kill and who would die.
Are my promises fulfilled in days for life,
rap without boasting how easy you thought
would talk about me, my ego, etc, etc
how difficult is to put the world in words,
rhyme tempo, bypass time,
rap sculpture of a temple, is to make the sword verse,
for example, and so after handicap handicap
wandering in my memories I longed belle epoque.

And your walk with the world at your feet or your back,
you lose the car, drugs, skirts
I know the sectretos keep you locked
and had 2 teachers esque Lord Book and Lord Street.

Look around like a bird,
I sat down to rest as if Feura summer
lit my cigarette like a hobo
and I felt so free like a castaway,
myself speak as if the only,
my family hug like a king,
I closed my eyes hard like a dream
and follow my path as if it were your last.

bring the essence of one who always responds
is to reveal where he kisses the sky and sea,
reveal where the dark truth is hidden,
Come to my side go in search of El Dorado,
look where, look where, if my cart
confused as me and my great love
hip-hop is not for me sometimes,
is the age where I live, fairs and carousels,
where everything is attractive, interactive and addictive

Difficult situation if faced such temptations
Pope in the bar returned to play, breast against the idiot box
and the family is removed as Proficient
while the children with bad people talking in the bar opposite. Transformation from good guy in delinquent
quarrels and fights, read between the lines of my lines ever.