Epitafio

Used to this sport of spitting esdrújulas
Lost my way so many times that I carved a thousand compasses
Sometimes they didn't understand me, so I wrote in uppercase
And I left so much of my skin that there's no muscular pain anymore

Twilight soul, quite shy at dawn
I took a beating and still stood my ground
You can't force me to do what I don't feel like doing
That's why even though I'm a mess
Never expect me to pray

I'm an MC because I Move Necks, because I Show Things
Because when I release My Songs, I cause Curious Looks
Sometimes in dirty wrappers there are beautiful lives
Like performing harakiri and having butterflies sprout

I'm married to the headache
My mind is real of the verb so I spew words
My inspiration goes hand in hand with the Moon, like the tide
And when it rises, I immerse myself in the sea of my ideas
I solved puzzles when I was missing pieces
Because I knew how to make them with my courage and skill

Everything always ends what it starts, or so they say
But I started a long time ago and never thought of leaving
I gave a riddle to the sphinx and had to ask for clues
I took the fruit from Eden and became a juggler
And whoever wants to bring me down, I advise them to give up
Because an ox will never move a mountain no matter how hard it tries

I'm not an artist, I'm a craftsman
Never sought magazines or lists
It's not what I proclaim, no
Not even anthropology understands the human being
I'm Midas because I turn a pencil into gold in my hands

I've seen MCs so bitter with expired egos
Who wanted to spend their time showing displeasure
With what I do, they neglected everything they cultivated
And lost many hours in addition to a thousand praises

The magician arrives, but not to do tricks with the mind
But because I'm able to give people hope
And it's not that I'm different, the different thing is my work
Not everyone can handle climbing up from the bottom without shortcuts

And now I don't relax even when I sleep
I ordered my REM phase to write down all my dreams in notebooks
There are moments when a second can become eternal
And a vile betrayal turns the tenderest heart into stone

We learned to hurt each other long before we learned to love
We missed our stop and got off in the winter
Don't trust your status because change is eternal
And even Lucifer himself moved from heaven to hell

Who hasn't lived through a storm and pretended to shine brightly?
Who hasn't looked back while moving forward?
Took years to forget experiences of a moment
I endured so much pressure that I turned into a diamond

Disappointment was my lover, embraced me thousands of times
I broke its heart, my self-esteem doesn't deserve you
And although I always fought alone, I overcame the grief with flying colors
Because the strongest kingdoms are those that self-sustain

I know many pillars will crumble
Life is burdens that come and go
I kept my wounds in the attic
And although the pain was immense, I locked it up like a titan

I vomited my feelings, others vomit their bile
Some blow ended my life and I returned like Osiris
I won't be another who always repeats the same like Siri
Because if its rules are Adam, then I'll be Lilith

My limit goes further than Gagarin
Saving the game like the wildcard
I'm a genius without Aladdin
Many times on the outside everything is flowers and feast
But there could be a corpse under the most beautiful garden

I'm the champion, fought endlessly and walked straight ahead
I was consistent even in my reckless actions
In this scene where there's never anything different
I'll be Tesla, the alternative to their ordinary rhymes

The one who guides those empty minds
Loaded with prejudices and dirty vices to monotony
My natural state of life is lycanthropy
And I become a mundane human when the day comes

I reside in my mental prison while fighting a battle
With my doubts, but we always end in a tie
They promise to be muses of the texts I write
I promise to write them giving them escape routes

The heart beats more when the soul begins to undress
The brain clouds if they damage it with sad lies
Being perfect is impossible and when it's time to give up
Our lights and shadows intersect and form eclipses

Reality is much worse than they paint it
A habitat where love is an extinct species
If sins were engraved on the skin
There wouldn't be a single being clean of ink

I embarked on this storm without fear of shipwreck
Writing verses feeds me and I never get enough
Life is an instant, not slow or fast
So I treat each song as if it were my epitaph