Cada golpe (con Nach y Utan Bassum)

[Abram>
Only in lonely nights am I able to look inside,
and soak in the essence of all my feelings,
free myself from the useless weight of my body,
and let a flow of sensations come to me.
It's only at that moment when I observe directly,
to the truth of myself, without apparent borders,
I let the ink drip like blood
from the victim of a crime, (murdered by hunger).
Hunger for violence and call it thirst for revenge,
for the victims of everyday I will break this lance,
for those who learned to live without instructions,
only based on blows and deceptions I draw these lines.
Dying is not very difficult in the streets of the city,
days are harpoons, routine makes me dizzy,
that's why I learned addictive behaviors,
I put as a witness the flow of blood from my saliva.
Look at me, with this sickly childlike face,
spiky and depressive, consumed and brittle,
reflection of a degenerate generation,
anti-heroes of life without desires for a tomorrow.
Tomorrow I already know how it will be, just like yesterday
just like always, always the same just swallow and obey,
I usually retrace my steps but there is no solution,
I have a past shattered hidden in a drawer.
I have a prison, a passion, (and I have a dream),
which I care for with love and keep like gold,
I have to spit out this shit since I was a child
and I know it doesn't make me special, I live lost in the herd.
Lexical salt baths heal my woes,
more than any doctor with their artificial drugs,
ropes for my kids I do it for them,
music for my people to free their necks.
Where I live everything is ruled by trends,
the streets I walk on are a drugstore,
it's not easy to be strong but we have plenty of balls,
love forever, I kill and die for my people.

[Chorus> (x2)
Every blow, arms us with courage,
we don't know fear, we move forward with determination,
strong men, the street a prison,
we have one bullet left, we aim at the heart

[Utan Bassum> (x2)
if what doesn't kill us makes us stronger,
every blow, shakes my mind,
but it lifts me up, keeps me away from death,
it keeps me inert against the hatred of your people.

Now listen to our voice, no one can stop the destiny,
of men who advance without fear,
hearts forged in iron,
and the streets growing saw us,
We take the blows and then,
we raise our fists to the sky,
their lies won't harm us,
their lies won't harm us.
And if life shows you a face,
and each face shows you a life,
they are the blows and wounds
that remain marked on them,
lived experiences, battle scars,

[Nach>
Life put on gloves to knock me out and didn't warn me,
it came from behind fast, icy breath I,
sometimes dodged its punch in time, and sometimes not,
sometimes I was so slow that it knocked me out and other times it failed.
And today I proudly carry scars like a soldier,
they call me Baghdad for the bombs I've endured,
harassed, accused, I know I've caused harm,
and who explains to me, why the damage by my side quintuples.
Tell me are you immune, you take hits with character,
I've taken so many that a crater opened in my soul,
marked forever, (eternal dance),
walking among snakes, (but I manage to move forward).
Despite the scares, disappointments, rocks I endure,
despite bites, setbacks, injustices I relax,
my mind and I wait to give the providential, mercy shot,
circumstances have made me of steel.
(Blows), of a false I love you so much,
showers of tears, disappointment leaves a mark,
and made me mature, to forget,
I put my tears in a bottle and threw it into the sea.
Nothing knocks me down, not the fierce zeal that floods this game,
my rap resounds under the ground of that filthy scum,
that abounds so much, I leave you on the sidelines of my image,
while I ascend to the heavens like an archangel.
Your tough gesture, a null childish pretext,
knot between concepts confuses text and rifle,
I was amazed by gangster rap when I was a rookie,
now I write for the kids like Stan Tuki is so useful.
If you think, that life hits you
and when you least expect it your reward arrives,
so be patient, Abram, Nach, Utan Bassum doing science,
lessons of survival.

[Chorus> (x2)
Every blow, arms us with courage,
we don't know fear, we move forward with determination,
strong men, the street a prison,
we have one bullet left, we aim at the heart

[Utan Bassum>
If what doesn't kill us makes us stronger,
every blow, shakes my mind,
but it lifts me up, keeps me away from death,
it keeps me inert against the hatred of your people.

Now, every blow is a beginning, Abram, aha, a look towards the future, Utan Bassum, Nach, ok. Every blow, I, when music is a mystery, every phrase a proverb,
every blow, every blow.