Intro [English translation]

Some years ago, my fur got grey

For the first time, I put on the brake

Unsure on if I was the only fool

Or the last one believing in it for real*

With the doubt that for my crew it was just a job, nothing more

Through the years, they had children, while I only made albums and gigs

Never grown up like Peter Pan

Affected by labyrinthitis, alone, stuck in the studio

Han Solo in the graphite

I entered here as scrub

I signed each contract, I trusted

Like in a father, being on the stage was enough for me

Actually, they all were always on holiday

I, by myself, there, working hard

Maybe I treated him like a father,

while he was treating me like a fool**

Why making new things, if people already adore you

and in the end only love newness

As if they said "You're old, off-trend

This stuff won't work if you do it at your age"

I paid, I left, like at the bar

The penalty clause with a lifetime savings

At the price of freedom

I had broken even*** and I asked myself "what's the meaning of this

Well, why didn't you die young twenty years ago?"

Start again from less than zero

And finally pulling up the veil

And tell you for real

not the winner-façade that people try to sell you

of themselves

I don't want to live on a skyscraper

Only to spit back some poison

and to really tell you, the show goes on

Welcome to all those like me

Last Christmas I was down in the basement

I was crying on the cardboxes from the move

For when you've seen the world from the top, then

you're stuck to the top,

like a mouse.

I don't look like a successful man and a man of value

When the price arrives all as writer's block****

Copying yourself frees less pain

Than making cuts in your heart

Looking for words in blood

I'd better pull myself together

or wake up by chance*****

'cause, among those that had children, nobody planned it

My life is this theatre

And when the lights go off

I won't have regrets.

If I lived like a true Goonie

And in the streets I get called "bro" ******

It's Philadelphia and I am Rocky

It might be that, instead of a child, God

gave me two millions of nephews

I listened to all my stuff like I never did before

Sana Pianta, Meglio Prima, Rap n' Roll and DecaDance

I found it genuine, but you could notice that I was lost

Still mourning for the end of the first band

And of who I believed it was my true brother

Two children that, from scratch, built up a gang

Friendship that ended as always in life

For women, politics, the smell of vile "cash"

Starting over again, from below zero

And finally pulling up the veil

And tell you for real

Not the winner-façade that people try to sell

of themselves

I don't want to live in a skyscraper

only to spit back some poison

And really tell myself, the show goes on

Welcome to all those like me

Welcome to all those like me

Welcome...

• Artist:J-Ax
• Album:Il bello d’esser brutti (2015)