| I'm hungry for victory, but I accept defeat
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| What has been learned springs from them and they give meaning to this broken existence
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| Accustomed to swimming in a boiling sea
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| Watching others murmur and judge, they think they know me
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| But everything is mental, paradise or jail
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| Life puts us in our place and mine is a speaker
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| Like a panzer, I shoot you thoughts
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| Like a cancer revealing to you that there is little time left
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| I'm still a perfect white, I still shine on the sidewalks
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| Although my music is black like panthers
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| So beautiful that you forget that this life is bitch
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| I am that star that longs to touch the earth and walk
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| My freedom is secret and my notebook is always incomplete
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| Because the mind of a poet does not stay still
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| If the goal is to have fun…
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| Life is not the party I expected
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| And I'm not going to get depressed for that
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| What can I tell you so that you forget the rush?
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| For you to change that hitman face for a smile
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| My premise is to step firmly on this mud
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| And if I sink, tell the world that I left rapping
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| I'm talking about the poise of a "superstar"
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| Who prefers his living room to your pedestal
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| And such is my state of mind that the side of evil
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| It can more than the angelic side, how to control it
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| When telling it I undress and if I get confused
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| Some clever wants to crucify me next to his Christ
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| I insist and spend faith with my business
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| Son of the catastrophe, star detected by your telescope
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| I am the opium for an unpredictable people
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| Education creates depression, irreversible reaction, like leukemia
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| Epidemic in classrooms and in a society that cages us
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| And it is that they speak to us of peace showing us a weapon
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| They give us freedom, but tell us when to use it
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| Tired of so much talk, of empty words
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| Tired of this rancid democracy, without effectiveness
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| I'm miles away from your pride, I flow to life or death
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| My murmur became rap and it was the loudest scream
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| Scream that warns you that there are two forms of suffering:
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| Hard work, or regret
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| Thinking out loud as the minutes go by
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| The same mirror image I argue with
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| I don't know what tomorrow will bring, I don't think about it
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| My state of mind is rap for you to move your neck
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| Thinking out loud as the hours go by
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| So much time alone while you smile and cry
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| I don't know what tomorrow will bring, I don't think about it
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| My state of mind is rap for you to move your neck
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| There are rappers who are soldiers
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| There are rappers who are so lazy
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| There are rappers that only work if they take two drinks
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| There are those who in music are magicians without more
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| Like my brother Moisés Sánchez, the master of jazz
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| Nach is nocturnal escape from the daily drama
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| A most normal man doing something extraordinary
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| Prisoner of my addictions, my contradictions are:
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| The discussion between cojones, mind and heart
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| I compose in my room, although that is no longer a novelty
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| Meditation as medication against this loneliness
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| Strict dedication to the one who never sold fraud
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| Who Still Thinks Hip-Hop Is "Fight The Power"
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| And not empty bravado, you get involved "home boy"
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| Kindergarten letters fall if I invoke Sigmund Freud
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| Nothing comparable, I remain unperturbed
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| Shaking your brain, making them dogs bark
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| Using the beef to make noise
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| They don't say it, but it all boils down
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| Because they want what I've got
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| I have been incessant, walking in the shadows
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| Now any kid who thinks about rap names me
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| What will have the fame that you all want to try?
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| Bitter or sweet, I know it always seduces when you swallow it
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| It's not farla, but it hooks the same and it's normal
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| That more than one musical career today is in terminal phase
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| That's why my main motivation is in the ink
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| Fame hasn't changed me, it's you who looks differently
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| Distant before my emotional balance
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| Because I know that a bad MC is worth more than the best critic
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| I am not the only one who is unique in the world
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| For better or for worse, I'm special, period
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| A lost case whom rap saved
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| A wounded heart, blackened as coal
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| A tamer of phrases, who in bars flies just like Icarus
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| A devil with a good soul like Juani, a mischievous angel
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| One day the mirror told me "get it" |
| I only shaped my pain, that's why today you call me an idol
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| I'm just...
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| Thinking out loud as the days go by
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| Neither God nor Satan have heard from me yet
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| I don't know what tomorrow will bring, I don't think about it
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| My state of mind is rap for you to move your neck
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| Thinking out loud as the months go by
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| I opened forbidden doors of my mind so many times
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| I don't know what tomorrow will bring, I don't think about it
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| My state of mind is rap for you to move your neck
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| Money never changed me, maybe it gave me some luxury
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| But the flow of phrases never slowed down
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| I squeeze my mind aware of a new step that I open
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| Although I know that my fans instead of raps ask for miracles
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| But watch them carefully while I speak
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| It's not bullets, it's my wings crossing the ocean
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| And if to live is to suffer, I am living
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| And meanwhile I am purging the wounds of this life smiling
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| Watching her run by because she has death behind her
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| You watching her go by, perhaps blinded by the hash or the cash, with being more
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| Throwing criticism I escape
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| Of your childhood envy, my adult world is so paradisiacal
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| I shine your certainties, what difference does poverty
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| In the pockets if there is wealth in the head?
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| My raps are fortresses that save my neck
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| That's how I touch the prayer with each letter that I start
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| And if I stumble, I come back giving a hundred
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| The worst are not those who spread rumors
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| But those who believe them
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| They see that I never gave up, because I learned
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| That if I don't believe in myself, the world will never believe in me
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| Here more than poses, there are fierce freestyles
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| And MC's who raise their voices like demigods
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| Alicante has spirit, our attitude
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| He polished the diamond, now we're like giants in Lilliput
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| I have a virtue for every thousand defects
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| An architect of words who speaks with an open heart
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| And not because I'm opposed to your crew I'm going to leave it
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| And because I don't like the rap you do, I have to hate it
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| When I go out, everyone stops to tell me something
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| They want to give themselves the tribute of talking to the character
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| I answer with unlimited patience
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| I warn you, my radar is an expert in deciphering glances
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| Some don't buy me no matter what I do, but I don't blame them
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| Don't nobody fail you get married with the insult
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| Air for my business, the sun shines on this side so much
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| And I'm doing so well, that sometimes I even apologize
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| They say that talent is something innate, it may be true
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| But water it daily or it will be dead
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| Fifty percent luck, fifty percent work?
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| I do not presume
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| Here the job is ninety-nine, luck is one
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| Thinking out loud as the years go by
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| My lights and my shadows, my faith and my disappointments
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| I don't know what tomorrow will bring, I don't think about it
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| My state of mind is rap for you to move your neck
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| Thinking out loud as life goes by... |