The ideas in my mind are so clear and latent And the smell of blood won't leave my dreams Like an obsession to be always clean Remembering the concert I made Burning a b**h, the first masterpiece Drinking some wine The ideas are getting clear Now I realize what I got in my hands The mortal pen writes with ink I write with blood Immortalizing this gift of writing I know how express my feelings Tattoo art is in the skin This one is through the soul Three deceased I had to do To realize that I must improve this gift A legacy from my grandfather Coagulated blood shows what is real The true art of overpa** I must go on, I have to practice It's just the beginning of a bloody history