yeah
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We've done it again and you haven't
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I come back often, like the comets
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Caressing the sky of your planet
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What cures you is not me, it is my notebook
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The words that are written when my soul is incomplete
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For many they are recipes, for me they are safe
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I write for those who were silent when the storm came
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For that boy and that girl who chase goals
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For that father and that mother who feeds them
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For those people who suffer if it rains sticks
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And yet he still thinks that life is a gift
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For those who are no longer here, for those who are here
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Cause I know there's something good in this world when we look at each other
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The time is now, we'll be leaving
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I just want there to be a heaven to have you again
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And if I think about the truth, the truth scares
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Live what you have, as if you will never see it again
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Dreams are broken, houses are flooded
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But there's always something inside that pushes me
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It's not a witch thing, it's survival
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I want to leave with my head held high and full of experiences
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Because I am my experiences, my stages |
The times I was right and the times I screwed up
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The times I jumped into the void from waterfalls
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The loves that I have cut because I feel that they tie me
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The broken glass that I stepped on without shoes
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The throne that I reached without having money
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The treasure I found without having a map
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It is the tenderness of my son when he learns to say "Dad"
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When fear catches I know the world waits
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My songs are homing pigeons
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They bring a message that makes you break barriers
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Transforming chronic depressions into fleeting ones
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I know what hurts the heart, that's why I know you don't exaggerate
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And you connect when I take mine out
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Today the sun has not risen because of so much grief
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But the moon is our sun when it's full
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Our life has never been a sentence
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Although your mind poisons you to always get it
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That is the problem, that it burns you
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But when you chain it you suddenly become free
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You start to feel different
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Because you are not worse than that person who wanted to lose you
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And what you have and what you have lived has made you see that
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The only thing you have in your hands is called "Present" |
So come on, there's not much left for nothing
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Everything is closer than you expected
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Life is that test that starts tomorrow
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Without your mother's hands when she caressed
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The wind in your face, your childish laugh
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Your first kiss in the portal at dawn
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The stained clothes from throwing you to the ground
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Because the price of the clothes did not matter but to enjoy without fear
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Because success is not in being first
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Here only those who know how to start from scratch are happy
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Cause fame fucks you and then leaves you
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And if he's hooked on me, it's because I never play along
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I am not them nor do I want to be them
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I'm not a label or a star
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But I flash more than them Hey Yo!
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Rap with feeling until I die
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Because if I don't do it, anyone can't do it
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And today I am the voice of the heart of Latin hip hop
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Losing your mind sometimes makes you right, friend
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Never a skinny fucking had so much weight
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I release those who feel imprisoned if I express myself live
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I did not claim my throne, it was given to me on my own merits
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Compare your folio with my folio, it's too obvious |
I learned to see peace in the midst of the burden
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A shooting star going up to the podium
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You want to see me? |
buy a telescope
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If life gives you hate, you give it heat
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From microbe to a writer
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Since he left, I have more faith and I'm better
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Could it be that love is a flower that withered due to rancor? |
Hey!
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I don't know what they sold us
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Looks like they forgot where they came from with the first check
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I am fucking the world with my mind
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I didn't come here to tell you about my checking account
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A survivor, doing the usual rap, a rarity
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Yes, I will be able to listen to myself over the years without being ashamed
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Head to heaven, feet where I want
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When the heart hurts: paper, drink and ashtray
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I paint watercolors with my fingers
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And when I cry, I cry an Ebro
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Water for those who are thirsty and brain
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And I celebrate the bankruptcy of continuing in peace in this war
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That rap is not in fashion
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The kingpins hear me all over the Earth |