Lyrics of Antes de Ser Cantante - Baby Rasta Y Gringo, Cheka

Antes de Ser Cantante (original)

Nadie sabe estos ltimos aos como me he sentido
Aun andariegos mis recuerdos siguen vivos
No he podido olvidar aquella escena
En aquella tarde la que v a mi padre
Baleado, ahogado con su propia sangre
Sin poderse levantarse
T ni te imaginas lo que es perder a un padre
Ni con tanto papel podra yo explicarte
Hacer amigos en la calle
En la esquina refugiarme
De masacres escaparme
Hice yo amistades
En nadie confiarme
Sin la ayuda de mi padre ca Y levantarme llegar a ser cantante
Tengo mucho expresarme poco socializarme
Y en palitroquearme y luego olvidarme
Por m gracias a mi madre velar que no me maten
Yo…
(Coro)
Si volviera a nacer…
Yo dejara a atrs…
Todo lo malo…
Que existi en mi vida…
Dganme como borrar…
Como rer por no llorar…
Y cantar por el mundo pa mi situacin olvidar…
Mi vida cambio un 20 de marzo
Yo era un nio muy rebelde y problemtico
Empezaron los problemas en casa
De la escuela me escapaba
Solo andaba
No tenas amigos porque los odiaba
Mi confianza una pistola cargada
Escondia de mi mai
En la cintura cargaba
Me desahogaba escuchando a los negros como rapiaban
Con mis audfonos puestos en mi barriada campeaba
Y el bum-bum-bam del bajo a los pasos que daba
Y me miraban, como jode que me odiaban
Unos me daban por loco, otros de mi se burlaban
Al Escambron me tiraba
En bicicleta solo andaba
En el puente Dos Hermanos al agua yo me zumbaba
Del tiempo yo me olvidaba
Llegaba de madrugaba
Mi mami bien preocupada
A su sermn le pichaba
En el cuarto me encerraba
Sin importar que llorara
Mientras escribo esta letra
Ahora yo me doy cuenta
Que a ella yo le fallaba, que a ella yo le fallaba
(Coro)
No es fcil vivir la vida que he vivido
Mientras escribo rimas, el coro lo hacen los tiros
Pero rimando sigo, si este es mi destino
Y por Will Frank te lo juro que pa esto yo he nacido
Yo se que es duro los que viven entre disparos
En vela toda la noche, fumeteando y siempre armado
La muerte es promesa y yo y los mos lo esperamos
Y pa los que desean mi muerte besos y abrazos yo les mando
Da tras da noche tras noche escribo canciones
Para algn cambiar letras por millones
Gastarlo con lo mos y pal carajo los lambones
Pa los que en mi creyeron de mi parte bendiciones
Durante el da los guardias fantasmean
Estos frontean con las ї?ї?
nos voltean
Pero cuando es la hora de los erres y akas suenan
He visto como se ariscan y sus patrullas vuelan
Me arrodillo en la noche y pregunto cuando es mi hora
Aun no han contestado por eso cargo pistola
Cargo pistola porque nos matamos
Por billetes que llevan escritos que ellos confiamos
El dinero en mi mente, y en mi mente en el dinero
їPor que dejar lo que uno es por el dinero?
їPor que tantos amigos cuando tu tienes dinero?
їY por que tantos enemigos cuando vas en busca del dinero?
Lo malo le gano a lo bueno
Y aun yo sigo sentado en las escaleras en la casa de mis abuelos
Viendo a los nios jugar
Otros como se matan
En la barriada Las Monjas donde sale este rapero…
(Coro)

(translation)

Nobody knows these last few years how I've felt
Still wandering, my memories are still alive
I have not been able to forget that scene
On that afternoon when my father saw
Shot, drowned in his own blood
unable to get up
You can't even imagine what it's like to lose a father
Not even with so much paper could I explain to you
make friends on the street
In the corner take refuge
I escape from massacres
I made friends
Trust no one
Without the help of my father I fell and got up to become a singer
I have a lot to express myself little to socialize
And in patitroquearme and then forget me
For me, thanks to my mother, to see that they don't kill me
I…
(Chorus)
If I were born again...
I will leave behind…
All the bad…
That existed in my life...
Tell me how to delete...
How to laugh not to cry...
And sing for the world to forget my situation...
My life changed on March 20
I was a very rebellious and problematic child
The problems began at home
I used to run away from school
I was just walking
You didn't have friends because you hated them
My trust a loaded gun
hid from me mai
At his waist he carried
I relieved myself listening to the blacks as they raped
With my headphones on in my neighborhood I camped
And the boom-bum-bam of the bass to the steps he took
And they looked at me, how they fucking hated me
Some thought I was crazy, others made fun of me
Al Escambron threw me
I was just riding my bike
On the Dos Hermanos bridge over the water I was buzzing
I forgot about the time
I arrived early
My mom very worried
Her sermon piqued him
In the room she locked me up
No matter what I cry
As I write this letter
Now I realize
That I failed her, that I failed her
(Chorus)
It's not easy living the life I've lived
While I'm writing rhymes, the chorus is made by the shots
But rhyming I continue, if this is my destiny
And by Will Frank I swear to you that I was born for this
I know that it is hard for those who live between shots
Up all night, smoking and always armed
Death is a promise and I and ours wait for it
And for those who wish my death kisses and hugs I send them
Day after day night after night I write songs
For some change letters for millions
Spend it with the loins and fuck the lambones
For those who believed in me, blessings from me
During the day the guards fantasize
These border with the ї?ї?
they flip us
But when it's time for the rs and akas to sound
I have seen how they risk and their patrols fly
I kneel in the night and ask when it's my time
They still haven't answered that's why I charge a pistol
I charge a pistol because we kill each other
For tickets that have writings that we trust
The money in my mind, and in my mind in the money
Why leave what one is for money?
Why so many friends when you have money?
And why so many enemies when you go in search of money?
The bad beat the good
And still I'm sitting on the stairs at my grandparents' house
Watching the children play
Others how they are killed
In the Las Monjas neighborhood where this rapper hangs out…
(Chorus)