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LYRIC
I would like to say that I don’t have any problem,
continue making jokes, proliferate my neurons.
Keep making raps without stopping, a one more hobby,
but not everything can be given equally.
The coexistence in my house it’s complicated.
Days ago I touched the roof, my mind in a bed,
of whether what I did it’s ok or not.
Sincerely I write this for being in a pit
bottomless. Days ago I burst into tears the death
of my dead mother. I don’t whine, I don’t do pots,
but that eats me up inside. I have fear
of waking up a day and seeing there’s nobody anymore.
Sink me into a solitude that terrifies the bravest man,
melt in a layer of obscurity
not even the faintest beam.
¡I don’t want!, losing anymore in this house, ¡No more!.
With this I don’t search feel sorry for me,
it’s something that needed to get out.
I needed to write,
I feel you all can hear me.
All of this has led me to decide
if giving all of me,
improve in more areas
or give up…
honestly, if I’m honest,
I don’t have clearly what I want in this moment,
if continue with the music or find peace with myself.
I’ll have to be more brave if I search the first.
¿For the second?, I don’t know,
I’ll be interested finding that answer,
¿Maybe I’m being impatient?, who knows,
I only know that I have to be patient.
For the moment I’ll keep doing what I know how to do,
if there’s a obstacle on the way, I’ll fight it,
because if you jump it or dodge, you only avoid the problem,
you put it off, and that’s a shit.
This is a letter to the listener,
know how I truly feel.
I hit myself with an edge on the teeths.
¿The answer? I think I found it finally.