(Such is life, they are) Life is a journey,not a station Get your memory out of that prison I know there are beautiful memories But it's not sane to have memories out of obsession Time here is like a little boy's pants Very short and full of crap Pack up your feelings and carry them in a little bag Until time tells you where to take them out Life is a journey,not a station Get your memory out of that prison Your life is a movie that's just beginning So lights,camera, and action
Hey, it's been a while since we've seen each other Much has happened since that evening However,I was waiting for you, though without anxiety Because I know in moments of nostalgia you arrive and say nothing You get into my bed and probe my brain Until I can no longer ignore you,no matter what I do A long time has passed Madam inspiration,muse and owner of my good feelings I invite you to have a drink,to smoke a cigarette Like children playing at being grown-ups And like a spell,clean the rage from my chest With words that when rhymed make me feel satisfied At least for a little while Until I wake up from that reality of which I am a convict Like routine,like doctrines Like so many things that make me think I'm in ruins Be born,grow up, reproduce, die Well,being alive is not exactly the same as living I'm going crazy and how I wish I hadn't discovered I feel like I'm a dead man living undercover More and more my songs are more complicated Because I sometimes complicate myself over nothing My mind is my worst enemy(ah) It told me:I'll tell you what is a lie Without thinking about the damage it would do to me
We live training to make money Studying things we sometimes don't even want Sculpting our bodies to be hot(men and women) Well we know that to see hearts,everyone is blind Pride and ego Talking about happiness without even knowing what we want Everyone wants the hottest girl,a new truck But,what about happiness? As the song says I admit that sometimes I get tired of fighting And I would like to sleep to never wake up again But I remember those moments that often gave me strength And that make me grateful when I wake up Life is a ship,a train, a plane That doesn't stop,life is not a station Thank you for teaching me what I must improve And knowing that you shouldn't ask everyone for forgiveness The world spins more than a drunk spinning top And those who are on top can quickly go down When I die,throw a pencil into the wooden box And don't let in those I didn't want in life Nah,pour yourself another, dear Because I feel I still have a dog inside my chest Pulling out cables,pissing on the tracks That connect circulation with my psychology
How have I lived my life? I treated several whores well and treated those who loved me badly I have consumed drugs just to show off Until I learned the definition of what it is to be real Sometimes good and sometimes bad But if I'm sure of one thing It's that they can never send me to the zones where hypocrites must pay for their torment Because I tell the truth even when I lie And if I lie it's because I'm ignorant From speaking without thinking,but never to fit in with everything Because I'm not a gold coin They taught me to be sincere so they believe me when the wolf comes I have an almost empty bucket of tears And experiences enough to fill a river Past is past,face the consequences, forward is that way And backwards isn't even to greet my people Rap is garbage when it stops being art That's why I partly hate being called a rapper I am Tirone,AKA Canserbero Passionate,the kid who makes poetry for the sincere There are many who find it hard to try my work Because they are so simple they don't understand a damn thing This song is for listening to it drunk Looking at the floor and in silence,like a recently scolded boy They ask me:How do you write those things? Look brother,my day to day is not rosy Just as I kiss and make love to the beautiful ones I have verses that live touching my prose Like a coin in the high seas or a needle in a tall haystack I lost my peace of mind from so much thinking There are songs of mine made to educate me So when I'm on stage they advise me in return Think carefully when you latch onto an idea Lest you be defending false ones and get screwed Lights,camera and action, such is life they are Tragedy,comedy and fiction Life is a journey not a station Get your memory out of that prison I know there are beautiful memories But it's not sane to have memories out of obsession Time here is like a little boy's pants(yes, yes) Very short and full of crap Pack up your feelings and carry them in a little bag Until time tells you where to take them out Life is a journey,not a station (nouh-ouh) Get your memory out of that prison(wu!) Your life is a movie that's just beginning So lights,camera and action
It's sad, but true We get to know people when we see them for the last times Some because they are missed when they left us And others who distance themselves when we fall into some misfortune But clean slate Life is only one and the sun will always come out after it rains It's a shame there are things that don't leave the mind And that force you not to see those you thought were worthy in the same way But go on,no one is going to wait for you The world is not going to stop because you feel that way Sometimes we walk as if two hands on the sides of our face Would block what you have beside you Who knows if someone sees us the same as we see here Little ants who are laughing seeing how badly we act Brother,the earth is a grain, or maybe half a grain Of some desert where we live We laugh and cry,we fall, we get up We enjoy the good,we learn from the bad Obstacles are a piñata that you have to hit Even if we have our eyes super blindfolded
And I understand you because I have also lived it The world is full of people who walk without purpose It's hard for you to think that another living being exists Worth giving your heartbeats to Whether to procreate or make friends But if we look at it,we leave just as we were born Alone,without jewels or dresses Sometimes sick without being able to remember what we lived While you listen to me,there are people making love People making war,people agonizing maybe People asking questions and beating their chests For people who simply aren't pained by what they've done Only time is unstoppable like spilled water Like the scar from a stab wound Endings are a bingo But stop thinking that destiny is like in fairy tales Try to save what is worth it And throw away what no longer works,throw it away even if it hurts you Worry about yourself and enjoy fully while you can Because the only sure thing is that you will die
Life is a journey, not a station Get your memory out of that prison I know there are beautiful memories But it's not sane to have memories out of obsession Time here is like a little boy's pants(yes, yes) Very short and full of crap Pack up your feelings and carry them in a little bag Until time tells you where to take them out Life is a journey,not a station Get your memory out of that prison Your life is a movie that's just beginning So lights,camera and action
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