Awake again sad, tired, without desire
The body desists
The days become more gray
Dragging the mask so you don't step on it
I don't think he's the only one who thinks about ending this with a f*cking time
Depressed lads, not wanting to be taken care of, idiotized without knowing what to do
(Leave the smartphone, leave the whores and networks)
They don't have the blame (That goes)
If not, all those who are behind
Letting this happen
Instead of teaching to value and respect
(That lag)
You prefer to raise a beast stunned and induced
For the comforts of the 21st century and its day to day, It's just f*cking shit what I see around here,
Uncontrolled masses, as if they were rats to the sound of a flute
You lack mass in the brain, you have to start educating from scratch
We are the generation of pain
We are the generation of horror
We are the generation of creation
There is no stopping me, nor me, nor my song
This is the son, always two of rum
We come from D-Generation
D-Generation!
Join my path, and fight for your bread
Either from oblivion or from what they will say
Get carried away and go from the f*cking INSTAGRAM
You just need a dream, have lip and mental agility
And the intention to be part of making something big sound GIANT
We are in the game and you tell me later
We are in the game and you tell me later
This doesn't sound great, it sounds Giant
My rhymes rain everywhere
There's no one to stop my rhythms affiliating your eardrums you add to my challenging meter
And you have a great Hit this is the son, always two of rum
We come from degeneration
We are branded as Milenians
Controlled by Reptilians
This shit is good it would be
I would give anything to change this system
On board a DeLorean, at 1,000 per hour On the edge of the abyss
Don't kid yourself, I want to be myself, don't Believe more stereotypes
I don't want a world full of rich (Who sucks)
I am the kind of person that your back cares for and your people never forgets
Between Disquettes and Cassetes
I was brought up
Good educational shit, I know!
We went down to the park at four o'clock
There was no failure, we were always the same; Laughing, rhyming, adding
Tagging through the unarmed streets, unarmed streets
Sekro#8 - D-Generation Lyrics
Sekro#8 - D-Generation Lyrics
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Awake again sad, tired, without desire
The body desists
The days become more gray
Dragging the mask so you don't step on it
I don't think he's the only one who thinks about ending this with a f*cking time
Depressed lads, not wanting to be taken care of, idiotized without knowing what to do
(Leave the smartphone, leave the whores and networks)
They don't have the blame (That goes)
If not, all those who are behind
Letting this happen
Instead of teaching to value and respect
(That lag)
You prefer to raise a beast stunned and induced
For the comforts of the 21st century and its day to day, It's just f*cking shit what I see around here,
Uncontrolled masses, as if they were rats to the sound of a flute
You lack mass in the brain, you have to start educating from scratch
We are the generation of pain
We are the generation of horror
We are the generation of creation
There is no stopping me, nor me, nor my song
This is the son, always two of rum
We come from D-Generation
D-Generation!
Join my path, and fight for your bread
Either from oblivion or from what they will say
Get carried away and go from the f*cking INSTAGRAM
You just need a dream, have lip and mental agility
And the intention to be part of making something big sound GIANT
We are in the game and you tell me later
We are in the game and you tell me later
This doesn't sound great, it sounds Giant
My rhymes rain everywhere
There's no one to stop my rhythms affiliating your eardrums you add to my challenging meter
And you have a great Hit this is the son, always two of rum
We come from degeneration
We are branded as Milenians
Controlled by Reptilians
This shit is good it would be
I would give anything to change this system
On board a DeLorean, at 1,000 per hour On the edge of the abyss
Don't kid yourself, I want to be myself, don't Believe more stereotypes
I don't want a world full of rich (Who sucks)
I am the kind of person that your back cares for and your people never forgets
Between Disquettes and Cassetes
I was brought up
Good educational shit, I know!
We went down to the park at four o'clock
There was no failure, we were always the same; Laughing, rhyming, adding
Tagging through the unarmed streets, unarmed streets
The body desists
The days become more gray
Dragging the mask so you don't step on it
I don't think he's the only one who thinks about ending this with a f*cking time
Depressed lads, not wanting to be taken care of, idiotized without knowing what to do
(Leave the smartphone, leave the whores and networks)
They don't have the blame (That goes)
If not, all those who are behind
Letting this happen
Instead of teaching to value and respect
(That lag)
You prefer to raise a beast stunned and induced
For the comforts of the 21st century and its day to day, It's just f*cking shit what I see around here,
Uncontrolled masses, as if they were rats to the sound of a flute
You lack mass in the brain, you have to start educating from scratch
We are the generation of pain
We are the generation of horror
We are the generation of creation
There is no stopping me, nor me, nor my song
This is the son, always two of rum
We come from D-Generation
D-Generation!
Join my path, and fight for your bread
Either from oblivion or from what they will say
Get carried away and go from the f*cking INSTAGRAM
You just need a dream, have lip and mental agility
And the intention to be part of making something big sound GIANT
We are in the game and you tell me later
We are in the game and you tell me later
This doesn't sound great, it sounds Giant
My rhymes rain everywhere
There's no one to stop my rhythms affiliating your eardrums you add to my challenging meter
And you have a great Hit this is the son, always two of rum
We come from degeneration
We are branded as Milenians
Controlled by Reptilians
This shit is good it would be
I would give anything to change this system
On board a DeLorean, at 1,000 per hour On the edge of the abyss
Don't kid yourself, I want to be myself, don't Believe more stereotypes
I don't want a world full of rich (Who sucks)
I am the kind of person that your back cares for and your people never forgets
Between Disquettes and Cassetes
I was brought up
Good educational shit, I know!
We went down to the park at four o'clock
There was no failure, we were always the same; Laughing, rhyming, adding
Tagging through the unarmed streets, unarmed streets
Writer: David Ortega
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