SIMBA LA RUE DETTAGLIO Lyrics English Translation
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Half of my face is happy
The other half, now, seems dull
For eighteen years I only saw shit
My mother's face at the sentencing
I didn't believe it, she didn't believe it, prison talks
The affection was missing, I thought in the evening, I thought in the evening
Bad thoughts, mood dropped, mood dropped
There's no fucking beauty, either you do the abuse, or they abuse you in prison
O-oh bro, what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you remember when we were nothing
We have specific objectives, unlike all these people
Wh-White coco, doses for the customer
Akha, poto, poli', better not come down
I saw more than half of my friends in handcuffs, what are you complaining about?
I've seen shit, you're nothing in comparison
They talk, it doesn't matter, I know who's really worth it on the street
I know who really made money on the street
Easy money isn't easy if it's easy to just spend it
I'm on the street not to get caught
I'm on the street not to get caught
I was doing it retail, behind bars from one day to the next
I saw mum from the photos, I spoke little and thought a lot
In court I don't speak, the judge condemns me
I don't miss poverty, I miss home and the smell of my mother
I was doing it retail, behind bars from one day to the next
I saw mum from the photos, I spoke little and thought a lot
In court I don't speak, the judge condemns me
I don't miss poverty, I miss home and the smell of my mother
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La-la-fugitive, I've been on the run, abrahn, thanks
Rivo is enough, I buy branded bags only for my mother
I will never stop thanking her
Despite her childhood she now wears designer clothes, she no longer lacks anything
I fix mum, new-new car, I fix house
In-in-cold winter, cold house for cold nights
Two blankets for a hot bath, heat the pots
These rappers, I swear, are lying
I really saw the shit
But I haven't complained in years
I have already been silent for twenty years
I was doing it retail, behind bars from one day to the next
I saw mum from the photos, I spoke little and thought a lot
In court I don't speak, the judge condemns me
I don't miss poverty, I miss home and the smell of my mother
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