Ciclo Vital (part. Foyone)

Yeah
Dog, ma
Foyone
Wherever you are
RV

The day I leave, take my ashes in a boat to the beach
And tell all my crew to take a line from me and snort it
So even dead, my magic can still cast a spell on them
While I was alive, I always did what I wanted

I’ve been to heaven before I died with the grays
I know death well, buried my dad when I was fifteen
In my mind, a thousand and one scars
I reached my final form just like that bastard Freezer

Don’t analyze, you might get lost
I talked to hellhounds, in hell they wanted to bite me
Like a Jew of Yahweh, I chase after power
Aware that I could fall, but my soul is immortal

Don’t let anyone hold me in a glass boat
I want to be food for the fish, throw me in the sea
So my brothers on the beach can one day catch me
That way I return to my family and close a vital cycle

Character and respect aren’t taught in classrooms
The straight punch with the uppercut, it’s Gera and Foyone
I wanted to be a gangster, make big decisions
But you saw how they left Al Capone

Character and respect aren’t taught in classrooms
A hard hook to the liver, it’s Gera and Foyone
I wanted to be a gangster, make big decisions
I’m after the dough and I’m not talking about pasta

Take my soul to the court where I took my first shot
Remembering my dead, November 2nd, I get inspired
The roulette spinning, I completed the round
You don’t look at me and I don’t look at you, someone closed the door on me

Suddenly I woke up, something strange happened
The money wasn’t coming and they say dad died
Maybe I took too long, maybe it was just his time
That scene, when I found out, left me even crazier

I provoke the highest level my lyrics could reach
A little pain and no love, that’s the chemistry
I don’t go out partying and I write once in a while
You’ll never see us running or talking to the cops

I’ve left behind gray people and some soft ones
That depend on their paycheck to choose their side
You see me walking, 3 A.M. through Carmen
I’ve got a weapon, don’t be alarmed, it’s to protect my blood

Character and respect aren’t taught in classrooms
The straight punch with the uppercut, it’s Gera and Foyone
I wanted to be a gangster, make big decisions
But you saw how they left Al Capone

Character and respect aren’t taught in classrooms
A hard hook to the liver, it’s Gera and Foyone
I wanted to be a gangster, make big decisions
I’m after the dough and I’m not talking about pasta

Loyal like the ma-ma-ma-ma-mafia
Loyal like the-la-, the-la family
It’s my family
Rich Vagos
It’s my family
DNC