You don't choose your origins, nor the color of your skin
As one dreams of a fancy life while they live in the ghetto
Being born already trapped, as Cosette was to Hugo (Victor Hugo "Les Miserables")
Being dressed with military trousers among the war, and praying the Almighty
Son of C.O.N.G.O, I have this hate at the M.I.C.R.O, I know what I'm talking about
Leaving the lower-class, dreaming about tearing this picture
made of tears, of weapons
Made of blood and sobs
Facing the sea
I should have grown up
Face on the ground
I could have died
I'm getting up
I'm taking my ultimate dream
Both the same hunger
and both disappointed
I'm taking my ultimate dream
The drought on an earth where we never stop sowing on
Sadness in eyes which can not cry
I have a lot of far-away dreams, and I rebelled so much
I drank so many lies and they got me drunk too much (Fed up)
In life there's those who aim at being something and the others (slang)
The "Could you spare a dime?" or the bag-snatching
There's the State, those living off welfare, the "Get yourself a job!"
If you're the underdog, you've gotta work like mad, just hold fast
Haven't you ever had this crave, to earn plenty of dough?
to live in front of the sea far away from hell!
Haven't you ever wanted to fight your way out of the tunnel
to deal left and right punches, with threatening face
Facing the sea
I should have grown up
Face on the ground
I could have died
I'm getting up
I'm taking my ultimate dream
Both the same hunger
and both disappointed
I'm taking my ultimate dream
Facing the sea
You're the one who resists
Face on the ground
Your name on the list
Your whole being
Summoned to the trial
It's the story of this feather choking in the tar
Of the brains the country did not care about acquiring
We stand up once again, we restart, full throttle, we aim at the Pantheon
This line's for those who really have it, who dream about being consecrated
The hunger, the ambition, I've got it as much as the homies
We want to reach for the stars without dropping the pants
Too few good fairies and too many cinderella
Calo-Passi 2.0.0.4 action
Facing the sea
I should have grown up
Face on the ground
I could have died
I'm getting up
I'm taking my ultimate dream
Both the same hunger
and both disappointed
I'm taking my ultimate dream
Both the same hunger
And both aiming higher
I'm taking my ultimate dream
You don't choose your origins, nor the color of your skin
As one dreams of a fancy life while they live in the ghetto
Being born already trapped, as Cosette was to Hugo
Being dressed with military trousers among the war, and praying the Almighty
Son of C.O.N.G.O, I have this hate at the M.I.C.R.O, I know what I'm talking about
Facing the sea
That's how we all want to grow up
Calo, Passi
Too young to die
