Tiziano Ferro annuncia il nuovo album: "Il Mestiere Della Vita"
This is my FO-UN-DA-TI-ON. This is my foundation. Listen, all my friends, yes, I do miss them. I want them to understand, I'm down when I diss them. These open shores lead to nothing glorious. These closed hands lead to something more than a fist, and I realize that you can never break me. Death only wishes that it can fucking take me, and I see you just sinking away. I'm X'd up but I see you drinking to an early grave. I speak my mind, and my mind's telling me that I don't care, I don't care. Nobody gives a fuck about you in this cold world full of hate. I guess I'll meet you at the black gates, cause I'm already in Hell in this place we call Earth. Not many can tell but I've been fucked up since birth. Your curses verses my premises. My mind comes equip with what it's worth so remember this. All against my nemesis, so let the crooks be crooks. Let the kids be edge, and let it lead them straight to books. To elevate your mind-state, heavy lies the crown. A strong mind holds no dead weight. I'll learn, one day, to stand life's ground. Every morning, mind on my grind. Who gives a fuck about this world, when they know the world's mine. In this second gift, I'm always down to ride. So innocent yet so negative inside (2x). My words will stain you like the permanent ink in your epidermis, but you somehow scarred this. I thought of the partnership you may have fought for but you're heartless. All I need is one word to start this. In these days such trivializations of the notion reflects false certainties of dogmatic minds, an ignorance of the assumptions that underlie the commonly accepted view of who was left behind. Deliver me from the sadness at my own suffering which self-love might give, but offer the madness, which I've conquered, to you is something you can't even dream to fucking live. I step up to the plate. Blurry visions from the lenses full of hate. Now you get it and did you get the memo? Your flat-bill never fitted. You couldn't keep up, and I'm fucking done. Every morning, mind on my grind. Who gives a fuck about this world, when they know the world's mine. In this second gift, I'm always down to ride. So innocent yet so negative inside (2x). My tolerance has faded. The kisses from the misses never made it. My bridges burnt from Satan. My wishes died on fate's plan. If I could get only one wish. I'd wish I gave a damn. Life is the vast silence between Alpha and Omega. You got to take life, don't let it take you. I miss my family. I miss having a life. I miss being within' reach, every day. Nine to five. Everything I say comes from heart. I'm here to stay but somehow torn apart. So listen closely, it's everything I'm missing mostly. My friends say "Oh my god, homie! You got a life? then show me!" There's more to this fucking city than always being lonely (but I already forgot how I used to feel about you.) Every morning, mind on my grind. Who gives a fuck about this world, when they know the world's mine. In this second gift, I'm always down to ride. So innocent yet so negative inside (2x)