Estuve Ahí

Hey you, I keep the reason why hidden in my plan
I dig into these beats and sow napalm in them
Last heist, stories in which I try
To come up with the next hit and the next jump

Recipient, this blank sheet
Container where I vomit what I don't keep
The few means made us precise
Bless that blind faith that strangles anonymity

Current state is voices with no return
Almost pornographic phrases
When they slip up, I collect
I met myself among cans and bass
Traps and rubble, lows and achievements

What saves me is the shoulder offered when crying
They wait for that player to fail
Who makes them shut up, like Bayern's front line
Smoke that, relaxed floating, the swing fills the page

Talking crap? They're not in my crew
When they get together, they talk nonsense
And if the info comes, one hand washes the other
I take care of mine, Acru takes care of that rotten latex

The cross, ha, a way to make noise
With a beat, I write in a row
What makes you fly and sweetens your senses
The need burns me, I go out to find it
With the calm of one distributing the midfield

Time against me like seeing the change, I breathe
Immediately immortalize it
Cultivating well-being, I'm not an exemplary person, I just rhyme
Yes you, I don't know what they're saying
Cut it, it's true, I invest my time
I've been seen failing but never staying still

I was there
When Mabel was sweating blood
I was there
When cancer knocked on my door
I was there
Below zero in bets
I was there
I know what it costs
I was there, I was there
When cancer knocked on my door
I was there
When Mabel was sweating blood
I was there
Below zero in bets
I was there
I know what it costs

Now they think I'm acting like someone else
My dad sick in a room and my family in photos
I'm devoted to what's mine
That's why I made this fractal out of broken glass
They listen to me in neighborhoods under a hood
And even though I'm not God, they identify with my struggle
Being Acru gave me big things
But it's Agustín who shines for my mother
Study a career? Do something important?
Now those who chose plan B tend to judge me
Dude, how can I explain
No new tires and a damn good study

They don't recognize me at first sight
For some, I'm lazy, for others the freestyler
Neither of the two identifies me
But if that unknown thing makes me an artist
Messages in signs, strict in rhythm, owner of the mic
Dude of the beatbox, Víctor's son

This love is infinite
I brought light to my district, like Diego to Fiorito
Let them trip, throw a flyer on Facebook
We're living in the hood, not like that Spice Girls crew
Hands in the air, this is my last dance
Incited under the fog, I write in the darkness

I was there, man
I know what it costs, I was there
I know what it costs, I was there
I know what it costs