Otra Canción Larga

I left the bathroom and a rhyme mugged me
And I sat down to write it, just like thirteen years ago in the kitchen
I'm Marina's son and I can't swim
I just know I love her with the same desire as one drinks to forget
They say one knows they're getting old
When happiness makes them nostalgic, it's true
My grandfather used to say: Living so many years also means seeing many die
I leave you with that thought, boy

And there I go
Drunk, listening to Tito Rodríguez, unforgettable
Like the demons that chase me
Remembering the old man always giving lessons without teaching
Mute, sitting in his chair listening to salsa
I remember my signature and those unique sensations
When I discovered this music
I just danced Mamblues without stopping
I was the God of the wind, no one could stop me
Need was a game
Thanks to the TV, I thought everything was black and white
So nosy ones, don't worry
They said I was poor, the advantage was that I never knew
I failed math maybe due to arguing
Minus by minus always gives you more, for me it was never like that
The street taught me to live, to write, to summarize
Love to add, and contempt to divide
Counting on fingers how many days we had left
In this relay race, where you had to choose
You were either a thief or a lazy rapper
And me, guess which of the two I chose?
My pencil shot, the guns wrote
I lived in my notebook, outside they died
Jumping walls with my cousin over six feet tall
Playing tag we flew without realizing
Graffiti in the nineties, our daily bread
We were already doing hip-hop and without knowing it, it felt
What was insisted on was lost
The Goldstar and our house, More
Haven't returned yet
That's how I learned to find ways
Everything I did added up, I took away from everything
I came and went, I came and went
Traveling without moving, what luck mine
Like any child playing hide and seek
They always looked for me, I didn't always show up
Today they haven't been able to, not even with witchcraft
These days the child I speak of still smiles

Another song
Another song, another song
That if it asks for permission, it's to not ask for forgiveness
Another song
Another song, another song
That arrives late and doesn't even greet and I don't control that
Another song
Another song, another song
That if it asks for permission, it's to not ask for forgiveness
Another song
Another song, another song
Long, long like the goodbye

I opened my eyes, between walls the table and a conversation
And the only thing that separated the secret has been this song
One that is not forgotten like hunger and imagination
Letting me go wherever without ceasing to be me
As a child I would learn to take a taxi in case I got lost
And this man who sought in rap, finally found his way
I remember when a friend told me he felt when killing
I don't think it's worse than what I felt not seeing him anymore
For years my father in my dreams keeps leaving
Likewise dreams are reasons to keep sleeping
In a corner of the soul was what money doesn't move
Crying with Miltiño, memories that happiness grants me
With courage I count my sorrows so they have a price
Let's see if some fool steals them from me in the corners
Epilepsy only counts the times it has pushed me
Because it lost count of the times I got back up
The screws in my knee held what no one expects
I saw white noses and here I am enjoying my drunkenness
This heart stutters and my mother hasn't even noticed
That what I am in my group, she is by my side
The blows to life and to the door come with intrigue
Like our photos that one day will also be old
In my siblings I still see an example of how I've been
All these nieces and nephews of mine summarized in my chest
Without forgetting my childhood everything became more practical
That's how I found jobs where they would fire me quickly
I danced to the rhythm of carousels without thinking about Disney World
My grandmother suffered for everyone, but she didn't age
And here I am
Chatting with myself, shouting
I love my past, putting the future in danger
Naming ourselves so we never forget
That by thinking about others, one doesn't live
Knowing that these streets steal my solitude
My company arrived alone and I know it will happen again
Like a burden my dignity arrived without an expiration date
Because these days the child I speak of still smiles

Another song
Another song, another song
That if it asks for permission, it's to not ask for forgiveness
Another song
Another song, another song
That arrives late and doesn't even greet and I don't control that
Another song
Another song, another song
That if it asks for permission, it's to not ask for forgiveness
Another song
Another song, another song
Long, long like the goodbye

Aranjuez state of mind, impossible to summarize
The fiasco of the first concert, impossible to summarize
In Capital Letters, impossible to summarize
The binges in Arnéz, impossible to summarize
Those who left, those who are, impossible to summarize
The late nights in Boombawa, impossible to summarize
All the jobs we hated, impossible to summarize
My grandmother Margara and her prayers, impossible to summarize
The askahp, EldelasFotos, impossible to summarize
My family and the indispensable ones, impossible to summarize
The Boombap Squadron, impossible to summarize
And all those people, impossible to summarize