oh…
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Hours in front of a piece of paper, thinking…
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Years in front of a piece of paper, talking…
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Worlds under the skin, traveling…
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How to calm my being? |
Searching…
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Talking is another way to silence heartbreak
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Praying only wastes the sinner's time
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I have fallen so much, the ground is my best friend
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I only listen to the heart, the rest is noise
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I'm still alive, although lost
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Because the road is long
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I'm only credible when I say what I think
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Your lack of consensus today screams at me with urgency
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That in rap there are never emergency exits
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It is the inconsistency of existing, I do not celebrate great deeds
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But of little things I know how to make the biggest parties
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I was the one who led every listener from the abyss
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But tell me, who protects me from myself?
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Wishing David would seek out Goliath and defeat him
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Wishing the soap bubble never burst
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Impossible, I live waiting for the impossible
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Trying to repeat the unrepeatable
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Free, that's how I am when I capture what I feel and tell you about it
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They call it maturity, jumping without a net, falling laughing
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I propose a tango, in the background a toast sounds
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You listen to me smoking big cals of your Greenpeace
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I live in my blank sheets
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While I paint furies and erase my disenchantments
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The fear and the anger, memories that are lies
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They do not understand that a poem can save their lives
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Don't measure my worth by my manhood or my finances
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Measure it by my good calligraphy
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I suffer from joy, although my faith remains undecided
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And all my scars are in the shape of a smile
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I am the prisoner, but who will be the key?
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cough and cough
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But who will be the syrup to stop this deterioration?
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I am one of those who will never believe in anything
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but they want it all
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Proud to see my margaritas dry
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Proud, of not being what you sometimes need
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Proud that I don't give a shit if you invite me
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And to look lying down at the ceiling without having visitors
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If I live in an age where fools settle
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Where taking care of the language is no longer fashionable (yes)
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I live in an era where children are corroded
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Where Wisin and Yandel sell more than Leonard Cohen
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And that you wait? |
I prefer sad things
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Spiders to swans, dramas to jokes
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Nothing to lose when you don't care if you exist
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When she rejects you, but you insist
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My three… parts are: heart, mind and balls
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Guess which of them imposes its conditions
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So many temptations that come to my side
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But today I'm relaxed on every cliff
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Alone, so many metaphors alone
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Rap paints palaces on top of their shacks
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I come with the face of a "goodbye" more than a "hello"
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With a mic on his ankle like someone who brings a gun
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oh! |
And so comfortable in Alcatraz
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The prison of my freedom where I find myself in peace
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In peace, oh!
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Peace is never being on either side
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Peace, is not explaining to anyone neither where nor when
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Peace, is erasing, creating new worlds
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It is to disappoint you and soon move on to another matter
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Peace to all those who suffered and still trust
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To those whose pain has never prevented them from smiling
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Love was my only ideology
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And the most beautiful girl was always the one who least wanted it
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I don't miss the lucky train, in case it's the only one
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I give each kiss very strong, in case it is the last
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I don't suffer from stage fright, I love my audience
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My phrases calm much more than a barbiturate
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What am I going to do? |
If those bastards have made me of stone
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No accolades but I'm like a war hero
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What I am going to do? |
If they imitate me and do not admit it
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I know there is no shame, if from the soul I am a stripper
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I write mazes and I rap freedoms
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So distrustful, I no longer believe in my truths
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So many doors, but missing keys
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You know that my mental fears always arrive on time
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You see, I travel through the cracks that time leaves me
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Yesterday I planned everything that is happening to me now
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I don't regret the bullets I spent
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I didn't drag myself to get a piece of the cake either
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I am sorry
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And today I witness my progress more than my income
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Always close to my bars, like a prisoner
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And I enjoy it, no
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There is no other substitute, no
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My rap teaches you all that the institute does not
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And I do it like silk (silk)
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I only rest if they sedate me (sedan me) |
If here is a "every man for himself"
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Could it be that I no longer know how to give you what you expect?
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It will be that I do not care
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If you have to fight, I fight
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That I wear on every phrasing two other boxing gloves
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That I see so many rappers with manure in their mouths
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I arrive and fuck them without even taking off my clothes
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Bah! |
And luckily I'm not immortal
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How sad it would be to live knowing that there is no end
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A wise man told me: "Throw your luggage"
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He said that the trendiest thing now is not to have a tattoo
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He said, "There's so much montage and so much cool"
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He said that even the most talkative can also remain silent
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And today I salute an older me
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But it doesn't fuck with me
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because i make music
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And so I'm eternally young
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After so many turns and I'm still at the same door
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So many dead ends, so many nights on alert
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But if I don't work, every day is a wound
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If they try to bring me down
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It's because they see that I'm up
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Welcome, to my version of the facts
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To these verses that tell you to pay more attention to the chest
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Change damn, you're nobody if you don't fight
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That I don't say it, you say it because you listen to me
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I'm still in the hands of the god of time, I never beat him
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Caress me or choke me, it's up to me
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I only saw words where others saw remains
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That's why silence doesn't take away my position
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I traveled the world, I saw joys and regrets
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But the most intense trip
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It was the one that I made myself inside
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What I am going to do? |
If I no longer know how to hit the brake
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If I love to go out looking for thunder and obscene kisses
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I have poison, you the antidote and opposites attract
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This is how I collect the doubts that you drop
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Even the smart one gets distracted, dropping his oars
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But here there are so many fools judging other people's mistakes
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I with my movie, I let you see the trailer
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I know, there is only rain, smoke and air
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I know, that I only know how to cross myself
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And the sweet things in life seldom seduce me
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I dived among the noxious until I shivered
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Now I write because I know that's my way of shouting
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They can imitate me and I leave them the crumbs
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They know that I take nine records ahead of them
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I no longer have insomnia, he has slept until the devil
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I live from spring, but I learn from autumn
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My chains I cut like my grass
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But sadness came to see me, there is no room for another guest
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And in this asylum rests the forbidden
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Travel with me, I promise you the fucking truth
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I have always been one of the misunderstood
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And in this of living, the challenge is only happiness
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And it's obvious that sometimes I give up too
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That I come out of hell to walk through limbo
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That I face the injustice that I do not extinguish
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Although it breaks my heart like pieces of Bimbo bread
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That I know who I am, I know the effect that I cause you
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But it's so much more me, without the spotlight or the applause
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That's my victory, to do something exceptional
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And that when you see me on the street you see someone very normal
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My martial art is to ignore the one who provokes
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There are those who speak with their eyes, there are those who look through their mouths
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But don't get confused, I also know how to kill fast
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And I know that there are caresses that mark you like a whip
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That crashes against the rock of oblivion
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Then he dies out at sea along with thousands of fake loves
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cry with me...
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And a tear sheds and waters what we lost
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And that's all folks now grab the baton and fly
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Get out there and look
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No rest until every wound bleeds
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I already reached my goal, now your game begins |