Sueños

I left drugs like I left my neighborhood by bus
And I keep multiplying verses like Jesus multiplies bread
A long time with hands nailed to the cross
And now I come from the darkness to make my light shine

In a McDonald's I opened my YouTube channel
And people talking about me and I talking to the clouds
I excelled in the comment, never stopped
With patience and will because I always had talent
But this requires discipline, it's necessary
Not just to write and go up on stage
Always your attitude above the salary
The soul of a real rapper will always wander in the neighborhoods
I have a commitment with myself
My spirit in the cave rises without permission
I have fallen, but if I don't speak to you from the ground
It's because standing exactly as God wanted me
It was always difficult, even more than what is told
Easier to go to the Moon by bike than in a real 70 bus
I never gave up, always did my math
And an illusion is stronger than any storm

Many betrayals and ungrateful people
But a dream is not a dream if you don't try to make it real
One day arguing with the shoemaker
And the next day on a plane talking to a flight attendant

Everyone hands up, the village is in the house
Let's imagine we're in the square
Díaz Canel tied up crying before the crowd
While freedom embraces the Cuban people
Hands up, nothing can stop this
If we have it in our DNA
For my art, who is it?
The village remains

I speak clearly, my line doesn't bend
Many goats disguised as friends stealing information
They tried to wither my dream by offering me drugs
But I escaped, for my children I removed that noose
Long journey without my bed to lie down
But always with a dream to fulfill when I wake up
Because I never made music for fame or to hit
I always just wanted to express myself

You can throw me, I don't pay attention to you
In my balls, I have written all the walls
I understand the people who attack me on social media
And everyone shows their love as they can

Everyone hands up, the village is in the house
Let's imagine we're in the square
Díaz Canel tied up crying before the crowd
While freedom embraces the Cuban people
Hands up, nothing can stop this
If we have it in our DNA
For my art, who is it?
The village remains