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       In my inside: I am sensitive and responsive: although I have a black
criminal soul. :I mean: I was - at first      - such an immature fucker and
drunkard of life.
       I was actually  such a stupid famous dick. But real happiness is not
fame: and party every day: and: new sneakers: drugs and booze.
       I quit. 
       I'm a poet from the ghetto of life.
       Deeply: I am experiencing this new album: that I made for you:   new
songs: this is brand new and completely different.
       Everyone knows: me and the law were not friends   - I have expensive
tattoos.       
       :I have dangerous unprotected intercourses with gangland:  I'm still
risking death.
       But not anymore. :I quit.
       I understand: the happiness is simply. It doesn't give you anything:
you realize it: you don't have to be as famous as I am: you're more happier
in that ass where you are.   :Such a life you wouldn't want: regret me: you
are lucky: I have to live it instead of you: be glad