[Intro — car door, footsteps on stone, summer heat] Yo — just pulled in, hit the brick twice, Hope the cameras didn't catch my advice. Step out the car — sun hits like a fist, I'm like a phone with no charge — nothing exists. Alright, let's walk. Sutri — you real? [Verse 1 — relaxed flow] Start at the amphitheater — gate like a time machine, Stone, grass, silence — this thing is clean. I look at the stage — and I realize: No gladiator ever fought here for the prize, They stood and watched, maybe ate some olives, Now it's just me and my sneakers solving. Okay, move on. [Verse 2 — slowing down, noticing] Walk up — a church cut in stone, First a tomb, then Mithras, then Mary — all alone. I step inside — cool, dark, drip-drop sound, Feels like the earth is breathing underground. Wait. Did I already say this? Did I already see this fresco? Man, I'm walking in circles — that's my new flow. Okay, cool. I'm just checking if the world still works. Let's go. [Verse 3 — passing the gate] Out to the gate — old city entrance, Walking on stones that remember the Romans. I'm not a pilgrim, I'm just a guy, But this path — it fits like a sigh. Right there — a bar. Looks familiar. Never been here, but it's like my mirror. Maybe I lived here in another life, Or maybe I just want a cold beer and a slice. Nice. [Verse 4 — square, fountain, lost] Hit the square — fountain, people, noise, Some eating, some talking, some playing with toys. I check the map — then I look up, Then I check the map again — what's up? Where am I, though? I was just here — or was I? Did I just rap this? Okay, I'm smiling. Sutri — you're funny. How do you even walk here when everything looks like one stone song? [Verse 5 — old laundry, valley] Down to the old laundry — stone basins, sun, Water, silence, and a day undone. Women washed here, talked, laughed loud, Now I sit and think — "Would they approve of this crowd?" I look down at the valley, fields, and trees, And I realize — this is Italy, not the one in CDs. It's different. It's real. [Outro — asking directions, then Italian voice] Hey, hey — sorry — how do I get back to my car? 'Cause I've seen this fountain three times so far, And I'm starting to think it's following me. [Distant Italian voice, echoing across the square] "Eh — non serve la strada, se il posto ti ha già preso... come me." Okay... I think that meant something. Or nothing. I'll just keep walking. If you see a guy with a mic and a tan — That's me. Tell him — I'm not lost anymore. I just don't wanna leave. Peace. [footsteps fade out]
