El Peso En Mi Espalda

Life on the mic and the mark on the concrete
Rap's a killer instrument like a lethal weapon
And, and, and, and, and, my rap is the truth of what's happening in the city
Tune into the Wild Symphony

From the same corners that inspire songs, yeah
I pass the experience and chose to nourish my mind
Without letting this grayer side
The same tint isn't the matrix
And so I traveled over a thousand miles awake
With a text a cappella, wearing out my soles
Breaking the ice that gives, the dark and mute city
Holding convictions to speak the hard truth
So today I carry on my back dreams that are waiting
A place out there, so we can slay the beast
And they prefer not to omit to write without accents
To be ready when the rapper is humble
Leave the arrogance to the jerk who repressed
Who humiliated and sold the toughest dog with weapons
Here the commitment was made with the hardest ground
With stones and the wall facing the future
It's six in the evening, my crew is waiting for me
I grab my pencil and notebook inside and I'm already walking
The suspenders are tight, for a record of the wild ones
I wear a coat for the harsh cold that bites later
A couple of notes, I carry a sea of issues
That if I don't resolve soon, for sure the ship sinks
I carry dreams, I carry dirt, puzzles of my life in search
Of a destiny that I choose myself and a fake one abuses you
If the burdens are heavy or young and you don't burst
If you trip over the weight, let the fall not affect you
For this journey, I bring a special suit
And if the road is too long, I’ll save some reserves
The backpack accompanies me everywhere and keeps my secrets
It was in kindergarten, at the gigs, and tomorrow I’ll take it again
Seriously, I’m missing something on my shoulder if it’s not there
It’s that more than holding things, it holds my identity

I don’t carry a cross, like Jesus
But I carry a big backpack and it’s not because I’m taking a bus
I carry this rap that sticks in your house, comes and sweeps
It comes out through the infected terrace and makes you catch a bus
Your friends hide like ostriches
They’re empty of attitude, lost without virtue
I have restlessness for the youth
Before they wanted to be authentic, now everyone copies
I walk with my necessary weight on my shoulders
The thickness of my rhyme and the faith that lights up in the deep
My message is courage, my wild rap addictive language
That fits in your deaf ear
No more hindrance, I live Hip-Hop
I take it wherever I go, strict on the street, my son
Better stop looking at the ground
Ask the sky, the fire is inside you
Life on the mic and the mark on the concrete
Rap's a killer instrument like a lethal weapon

And my rap is the truth of what's happening in the city
Tune into the Wild Symphony
Life on the mic and the mark on the concrete
Rap's a killer instrument like a lethal weapon
And my rap is the truth of what's happening in the city
Tune into the Wild Symphony

Look up, meet living people in existence
Sometimes what I carry in the backpack doesn’t count
I carry rhyme bombs to energize and awaken
The passive mind that thinks life is a party
I bring my hope to the fire and the word egg
To solidify the new world that advances
I bring ideas for the assembly with my buddy
To shovel against the tide of ideas that dulls it
My backpack is to open on any trip
There’s always space to fill it with learning
From lessons and experience, emotions and conversation
Situations that put and reinforce our fat pockets
I have memory for forgetfulness, I remind you
That a little document is shaking in that left pocket
And what’s inside is my character
From so many violent pushes, I turned the discontent around from everywhere

Yeah, I carry a backpack
That holds the scent of ink inside
The perfume of a writer, dreams that come to life
Experience that tests the consistency
Patience, the destiny is love and hustling with essence
Foundation, commitment, and consequence
Raw, pure, and hard rap consciousness
On my back with pride, I carry the passage of time
And on my shoulders, the voice of thousands who work
With heart for a better future
Passion, joy, sorrow, freedom, war, and unity
Love is what I bring, I don’t carry a gun
Go check the stowaway, I’m a man for my things
A wife, your hands, a notebook
Where letters with fire are written with a cold mind like this winter
There are whole early mornings of content and if you read well

It says police, poetry is my ID
Many can’t, they fall under their own weight
We carry thick content lyrics
I leave my lyrics on the wall of the cell
Private property destruction, I carry dangerous stuff
It’s Ezer, he brings in his backpack a few kilos of rhyme
Blessings to my brothers who give rhythm to the corner
Imaginative of a cantina with nothing new
Annihilate the cop and then walk, pass me the fire
Because I smoke inspiration rap from the people
Writing in the shadows, living Hip-Hop
Here there’s no competition, just connection
First the person, then the MC for my collection
In my hood, drugs and bullets are nothing new
My backpack, the record of the Adickta and Wild, something good
Stronger than toluene, bro, there’s no master
Long live Rap, we were born for this

Today I affirm, that I’m not the same anymore
It’s that I carry a backpack and I feel in an abyss
I’m spitting the verse over the rhythm
And what they live isn’t the same as what I live from Monday to Sunday
I carry hearts, songs, love and illusions, balls, tons
Of stories to tell, I also carry my sorrow, sentence, chain
That saddens them, I swear I’m going to unleash them
Load of rhymes to the rifle, I shoot into the air, many throw it
Because they’re hungry for records and they don’t understand
That my texts are the bucket of water, colder for the heart of the coward
Word of a man I bring as a virtue, restlessness of the neighborhood
From Maipú, I have nothing to lose, that’s why there’s no fear
Here, check the backpack, a time bomb.