2017.08.26.
The street soldier
An old photo wasThe rain of the beginning of this story
To this quiet night he open
The road to a memory
In a time when everything had a different meaning
He in the big crossroad
My fate was standing.
Since childhood, in the asphalt of this city
Into conflicts with the other kids,
The fear digest
In 10 years I was used to hit without mercy
Doing small troubles that
Made me feel good.
The bad friends that was around me and my life was under occupation
The free getting of adrenaline
That sad growing inside me got me into the crime
Imitation of a ruined kid prepared for a fight
The foreign gardens for apples
And pears they were the first hit,
Later the chicks which were considered a beginner's act
Until I got experienced that make it easy for us
With the boss orders that always found us works.
Foreign houses, shops, different places every night
And different jobs that we did for a long time 6 years I was working for the others, until I created my own garden,
Boss, street soldier that was my dream...
The street.. Gave me the freedom
I'm a street soldier open (the road) to pass, yeah.. Yeah..
The dream I understood late
Being a street soldier is not what I had in mind..
More the earnings are many, because we're just 4 friends
This city is ours we walk in sun and earth
Wild teens without love in their hearts
With low eyebrows, every night another female.
This is my life, and school a camouflage
Smiling but without peace in my soul
Because the enemies never sleep, we were in their target always
Permanent problems
We had a concurrence.
Fight for the territory, for our old work even if we had started another work
Real businesmen but only in 18 years
By you can't be quiet
Even the violence talks
Revolts in our bags, instead of books when I went in school
Paranoid, because my life was holding in a small line
In the other side, the family was starting to be suspicious and search
From mission to mission, without a vision for my life
Attested for the first time in police
I was stubborn, fanatic, protecting my friends
The responsibility of a crime that I never did
While handling the beating for 2 days!
The street.. Gave me the freedom
I'm a street soldier open (the road) to pass, yeah.. Yeah..
The dream I understood late
Being a street soldier is not what I had in mind..
A street fighter, but more everything like different
The pleasure I used to have its slowly dissappear
More mature, with more dilema in my head
Until it can't të time for big chances in my life
I was tired looking for a different perspective
An exit unto light from the old job
Disaapointed and regretting for our story
I understood I had made a mistake
Even if it was late
My friends kept doing it even if I asked then to stop
2 of them now are in jail
One in Italy the other in France
And the 3 has been 3 months since he was covered in the ground. (he is dead)
Killed in action from the special forces of Italy
And one time in the burnt heart of a mother beats
Now I don't have a reply we they started this game
Maybe it was the friends fault
I've regretted about every bad act I've made
If only I had a chance I'd improve everything
Because in my heart
There is a sun, no more snow.
In a street soldier but with a microphone in my hands
The street.. Gave me the freedom
I'm a street soldier open (the road) to pass, yeah.. Yeah..
The dream I understood late
Being a street soldier is not what I had in mind..