A song by my cousin & myself from his album “Lost Tapes”. True underground rap!
[Verse One]:
MHP:
The street is a living organism
Nobody listen to words that don’t glisten
I’m on a mission
To teach
People decease,
No wise men
In the street
All die young and we’re surprising?
Open your eyes, man
Analyse and
Try to become experienced
Graffiti whispers in you ear the secret of deliverance
The streets begin to be a kind of a psychiatry
The rules and rituals create an useful library
Do you see the irony?
I don’t think it’s funny
Laughing on a rainy day don’t change the weather and make it sunny
The sun is behind a roof of smog
It’s never day,
Words are out of place
Weapons conduct the dialogue
Blood on the floor
It sets the boundary for the weak and the strong
Do you know where you do belong to? You ought to
Be attentive, cause the street’s callin for you
And scars you with tattoos
[Chorus]:
MHP:
Tattoos Of The Street
We all know where we come from, we must proceed
Feel the pulse, the heart, it’s not the beat
The tattoo
Living with your past is what it means
[Verse Two]:
AMAru:
Street’s disciple, this is what I am
The street is the wolf, you people are the lambs.
The source of misery, dire poverty
A war scene with no chance of peace, harmony.
Writes its own stories
The ink it writes with is the blood of the people sent to glory.
The most renowned one is called Elm Street,
With its infamous occupant named Freddy
Sirname Krueger, aka the bogeyman,
He was the worst nightmare of adolescents but also children.
The street adorns itself with crime
187 uses it to lay on the line our lives
Unpredictable cuz it has its own law and orders,
It doesn’t follow the goverment but takes it over.
Most of us use the street for walkin’, what we see on it
Aren’t markings but outlines of bloody corpses.
A prison cell with defenceless convicts
Agreed to enter but now you can’t get out of it.
[Chorus]:
AMAru:
Tattoos Of The Street
We all know where we come from, we must proceed
Feel the pulse, the heart, it’s not the beat
The tattoo
Living with your past is what it means
[Verse Three]:
MHP:
They deplore death visits this place too often
I thought then about this guy and how to get rid of him
Man, this is nothin
An author can change
The book was written by a whole nation during a decade
The street suffers because of the society above us
We need more brothers
Who sacrafice themselves for others
The street is the step-father
For all the cowards gone
Mothers home,
Children inside the jungle, hunt on their own
They grow up too early
There’s no space left between three and thirty
Reality hurt me,
Dream is mirage
Life’s like a fight, not a pleasant massage
It’s pretty hard,
Not pretty
Or do you feel good when your dignity is built on self-pity?
You learn quickly,
Cause everything is done practical
Feet on the ground, beneath the abstract and supernatural
Actual livin’ ain’t factual,
Cause people have feelings
Sometimes we forget about the ceiling of human beings
Or do they trap us on purpose?
Is this an experiment, oppression of a menace, or just a circus?
Believe me, it will have consequences
The street will rise form the canalization like the ninja turtles
Your defense will be worthless,
You ain’t raised by the street
There’s no stronger weapon than the rage of the street
Blazin with heat
And on our back, there’s the blazon of the street
Everybody is glazin on the sign with that we’re phrasin ourselves
The tattoo
Everybody is different, just as our mark on our flesh, (what’s yours) Barbed wire – Often the prison term in years is shown by the number of barbs on the wire