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The air fare is prohibitive and I don't speak the language. The culture's not near or dear to me but I wanna go to Sicily. Charlie Luciano took a ride - an ice pick in the throat and he survived. No wonder they called him Lucky - an original gangster from Trapani. That's his home town in Sicily. Back at home there's two kinds of pizza - Sicilian is better and it costs more. Everybody else can go to Napoli. I'll go by myself to Sicily. I want to be strong, to be ready to be alone, to swing from trees and not fall down. I'm keeping it real like a ministering angel. Cuz I'm amazed that somebody dumb as me is still alive to tell the tale. Paradise disguised as hell/Hell disguised as paradise. I can see it with my own eyes. I can see the times I lied to me. I'll go by myself to Sicily. From Letras Mania