Balada Para No Dormir

[Dribble]
We interrupt this broadcast in the name of insomnia
Street reporters will speak without embellishments
They will add the degrees of alcohol that the sweet tangerine lacks to be poison, that's how my life goes and rhymes
Imagine! It's not the law, it's the one who creates it, corrupts it, toasts and feels like a king. It's not them, it's you who has been disrespected
Televisionally dulled and swindled
It's not the sword, it's the warrior who wins battles
And exposes his neck to the duel before a medal
It's not the school, it's the historians
Who, for education, taught you their mistakes
It's not the revolution that causes war
It's the group of unconscious people who kill in its name
It's not the homeland that limps
It's justice that steps on a mine
And walks but doesn't arrive, so kid, don't believe
Santa Claus doesn't come to your town out of fear! No!
He doesn't come because there are no chimneys
It's not life that's ugly, it's what composes it
Celebrities donate their compassion
The bad thing is that it's not edible

I dedicate this ballad to not sleep
It's not the typical love song for the unhappy
It's my silences, my sleepless nights writing
Struggling to fall asleep to survive

I dedicate this ballad to not sleep
It's not the typical love song for the unhappy
It's my silences, my sleepless nights writing
Struggling to fall asleep to survive

[Kaztro]
Directly from the scene
There are no rights to accept bad information, well
The need doesn't have to shake hands with humiliation
Today's headline is: It's not the disease that seals death
It's those who sadly seek profit from it
The child hasn't grown up wrong, sir
It's the poorly raised by his father who bought him obedience
It's not the bad company, it's
That now it's commercial to act ignorant
Trends bother, in the future, remember what this mouth told you
That in a similarly clumsy past, you looked
A poor neighborhood didn't bring thieves to you
It's your luxuries, motorcycle, cell phone, that value your work
It's not that the stubborn doesn't want to heal
It's the doctor who decides which pocket to operate on
It's not poverty that defines you
It's the low self-esteem influenced by TV and movies
What! The boss helps others
If it's the working class that makes his company work

I dedicate this ballad to not sleep
It's not the typical love song for the unhappy
It's my silences, my sleepless nights writing
Struggling to fall asleep to survive

I dedicate this ballad to not sleep
It's not the typical love song for the unhappy
It's my silences, my sleepless nights writing
Struggling to fall asleep to survive

[Dribble]
It's not the spear, it's the aim of the Indian
Real is not the one who says he's real
Real is the one who didn't give up, didn't sell out
You didn't understand me. In my sale, I'll explain it to you!
After this fire, let's see if you learned
I dedicate this shout upon waking
This ballad is a bullet with no way back straight to the occipital

[Kaztro]
And to the hospital he went
Copying is no longer essential
There's no cure for this tough liteRAPture that ensures
That some things some don't want to realize
Because helplessness confronts them right there
To either do nothing or lose everything
I try everything in the end, I lose nothing

[Kaztro and Dribble]
It's not the pot in the kitchen, it's the recipe
It's not A and B, it's from A to Z
It's not wealth, respect is for those who respect
It's Fa-zeta, it's Askahp, it's Kaztro, it's Dribble, and that's it