Crytical Casa mia text of the song written with Briga and launched to Amici

Crytical friends My home text written with Argument for the first unreleased film launched in the talent show of Channel 5 by the young rapper.

Sunday January 9 the usual weekly Sunday appointment with Friends of Maria De Filippi. In the first episode of 2022, things start to get serious in view of the evening phase of the program starting next March.

The episode saw the presentation of a new unreleased track. Thus continues the discographic launch of the talents of this edition of the program, from September to today in fact almost 30 songs have already been launched and two of these have obtained certifications: the platinum disc for What hurts from LDA and the gold disc for Millevoci from whites.

Crytical is 17 years old and originally from Pescara and is known on the web and in the rap world for having taken part in various freestyle challenges and competitions (including a stage of the Perfect techniques) as well as having opened some live shows of Rotten world.

After performing on covers to which he added bars, like One more day from Rhythm, Per Crytical the time has come for the first unpublished one launched ad Friends, My home. The song will be available on all digital platforms after midnight then from 10 January.

The song was written by Crytical with Argument and produced by Tom Beaver.

Crytical My Home text and audio

Defects and bruises, I don’t find titles within my limits
Maybe because I don’t know where to go
In a world of invisibles
We remain indivisible from the like and from the hisses
I’m on the dirty side of the farthest goal
I bet too much on the forgotten truth
I changed the world for yet another bullshit
But I have never listened to those who have crossed my path

People like us know how to fight silence
Because staying silent for too long doesn’t make sense
Proud of myself only if I think about it better
I changed my life on a wooden bench

And we are attracted to the opposite to justify ourselves
They are the first of the mistakes in all my poems
Sorry for the mess, don’t be scared
No one has ever entered my house

I gave you myself and threw away the keys
You came in from the back as well as the thieves
Yes, you removed all my paintings from the wall
What is left now? A bench under a storm
For a while, for a while
I’ll engrave your name with the keys
For a while, for a while
And only the initials will remain

shoot me
Do it faster than my heartbeats
We do not capture the moments or the alibis of the world
Here only the most skilled are practical in the fight
I, on the other hand, are in the corners with goblets of ink

It will be that the cost has no rules or qualms in asking for it
My dedications are wasted among replicas they sell
And propellers that yield you know that I will not look for you
Or I’ll get lost in the maze

And we are attracted to the opposite to justify ourselves
They are the first of the mistakes in all my poems
Sorry for the mess, don’t be scared
No one has ever entered my house

I gave you myself and threw away the keys
You came in from the back as well as the thieves
Yes, you removed all my paintings from the wall
What is left now? A bench under a storm
For a while, for a while
I’ll engrave your name with the keys
For a while, for a while
And only the initials will remain for you