Relation 7

I continuously wonder if I have anything useful to say

To teach, to pray, to call my own, probably not, probably

But who cares, if I shall not transcend then I will let other do

As I may become the mirror of yet another generation

Lost in transition and translation, never knew, never did

X doesn't know better, or maybe they do now

Y is in worst condition, we grew in the middle

Z is probably dumbfound, trapped in a brave new world

So behold, what is around me shall be my own coffin

This city, its people, what happens here may not matter

Now, today, tomorrow, ever, we may not be nothing

To me it is, probably to other five, that makes me think

If I can make this city finally achieve legendary status

Remove the dark veil surrounding it and put proof

That what they talk about is the mere truth

Unholy deals, strange turnabouts, what about important people?

Fuck, who cares, probably nobody so far

If they keep up with their heads up their ass, talking in agony

The same misiones, the same casinos, prostitution, alcohol

Can we talk about something else now

Can the old ones put their final leg six feet under

Can I speak now, no, well fuck you too, thank you then

There is so much to bring upstairs than this shenanigans

A wonderful psyche, so brilliant, so unique, yet you ignore it

Time to slap some people around, tell them how this is done

Stop the bullshit, stop this train, whatever is it, just stop it

I don't want to hear any more of this, or that, or you, or them

It baffles me, am I some sort of genius or are you really that daft?

Time to crack my knuckles, get ready to fight...