Réplica

Listen
Words are carried away by the wind, actions mark
Yeah

Another concert full of people
Another dressing room with prostitutes and drugs
Expensive whiskey with soda, trendy sneakers
Everyone at the party laughs but cry when alone

Another expensive kush, another luxurious dinner
But it's another minute without my son and wife
It's another day I fall asleep as the sun rises
And waking up, it's another day that passed by

Another day my mom is far away
And I forgot to write to her because I'm an idiot
Sometimes I go months without writing to my dad
I'm not so good when I'm honest with myself in front of the mirror

I didn't plan this life, I didn't dream any of this
I just wanted to showcase my rhymes when I started
I grew up sleeping in others' homes in all-black neighborhoods
Rapping in the vans heading to my town

I was raised to study and survive on a salary
But the street beat gave me the gift of words
My most precious treasure is my memories
Perhaps my biggest weakness is suffering from nerves

Where I come from, being a rapper wasn't common
No one had achieved it until Canserbero arrived
Who would have imagined that chubby kid from Turmero
Would end up singing and traveling abroad

Sweating from the breeze, repeating shirts
Since 2007, constantly improvising
When wearing baggy clothes was suspicious
And for graffiti, you'd get beaten up

In my family, they always saw me as great
But they doubted when I decided to be independent
I couldn't please them by studying and graduating
I had to earn their trust and redeem myself

As if that wasn't enough, suddenly I became a father
With even more reason to be responsible now
I'll never forget that call I made to a friend
That changed my life overnight

Week after week, there were several depressions
When the baby was born, I didn't even have money for the C-section
My aunt named Leonarda lent it to me
Because even though I doubt sometimes, I have a God who backs me

First it was Peru, then came Ecuador
Then I visited Mexico, Chile, and then Colombia
Throughout Latin America, they call me Pedro Elías
That insecure chubby kid was nowhere to be found

But like 2Pac told Biggie
''Enjoy the beginning because living later is tough''
Owing yourself to people who admire and miss you
But they'll never know if you're suffering, laughing, or crying

If there's food in your fridge or water in your canteen
If your baby is sick or you're having issues with your wife
They're only there to talk behind a computer
And judge me as if they knew me in person

Ask anyone in the street who has met me
When I walk through my town and meet people
After all these years and all the crap I've been through
Is there egocentrism in my eyes when I talk to myself?

I don't ask for apologies because I stand by what I say
And I don't justify not thinking clearly when I'm angry
Even though my job is to be a lyricist
Words are carried away by the wind, and actions mark

Thanks to you, I have food and shelter
And of course, I owe you, but that doesn't give you the right
To be on the lookout for the latest song I've made
Just because it's trendy to criticize me, even if it sounds angry

And if it sounds bad, who cares, I'm open to opinions
From people who truly listen to the songs first
From people who truly hear my improvisations
Not from those who simply repeat what others say

I didn't call the people who support me ''retarded''
But those who love to stick their hands in the pot
I still don't have a house, a car, or jewelry
I just try to be happy, damn it, why complicate things?

And if I want to go to Europe or the United States
It's for the same reason you've left
That doesn't mean I forget my roots
But we're all struggling, and everything is messed up

This isn't another statement, this is another song
Like many that supposedly earn your admiration
And ''I touched your heart and served as inspiration''
But as soon as I stumbled, you discarded me for no reason

For a mistake I made, now you're destroying me
Judging as if no one else is suffering
If you doubt my integrity and the humility I have
Then I remind you who I am and where I come from
I'm Pedro

Elías Aquino
The Akapellah from Turmero
The first from my little town
And I don't compare myself to Canserbero
This was for all those who wrote
And judged me without asking me first
But I still love you, celebrities