Not a bad one but neither a very good one also 6.3/10
On the asphalt a corsair
With a motorcycle for a ship
Your flag is a plastic jacket
At eighteen, you broke the brakes
You are travelling in other journeys
You only get around when you are high
Your entire world is a thousand cc*
You are angry
You are tired
You have your life written on your saddle
You were born for some murder
Peers surround you
You are not afraid of them, they do not love you
You are smuggling your life away
Nevertheless, you are afraid
You are afraid to sleep
Therefore, you begin your journey once again
Your fingers frozen on the brake
There is a bloodstain on your jacket
Next to the thousand
To your thousand cc
Next to your thousand cc
Lone at the daybreak
At the daybreak in the highway
You are awaiting the ambulance
Dead since 10 past 3
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