Hoy Quiero Confesarles

Today I want to confess to you loyal friends that
Even though time passes and shatters minds, I will not change
At least I will try
At least I will leave
My sweat with honor
Wherever I may be

I know I will trust someone
Then someone will let me down
And only with faith
I know nothing will change

That's why today I don't confess
In a church in front of a priest
I prefer to confess to my audience and my culture

My writing today aims
To talk about life examples
And show that if you want, there is a way out
That every wound heals but is not forgotten
And emanates a lesson or a drama depending on the decision

The move is not to change
The move is to know oneself, value oneself, respect oneself, and rebel
And not to walk like a photocopied image that criticizes the rest
But for the rest does nothing

The embassy of my soul granted this song a visa
To offer a weapon to anyone in need of inspiration
The mission: Revolution of one's own thinking
Because it's obvious that so much plagiarism doesn't deserve accumulation

Meanwhile, those who don't want to see me again
Will have to stick their ego up their derriere
Because when I see fake rappers fighting for hierarchy
I take out the pen and shoot them cold-bloodedly

Friends, I confess that I live imprisoned by progress
And what I think, even if dense, I express here
That's why I've earned some critics
And cynical types, the typical cyclothymics
Who usually flatter to your face
And are strong in judging
To point out and defame
Obviously, behind your back is the essence and cunning
That the people with dirty conscience have to shine

I confess that I have also made mistakes
That I have felt and hurt, hurt others, and violated laws
I have failed senselessly like everyone
And thinking depressed, I have understood
I learned something anyway

Sometimes I just want to escape from the world
Wander meditatively and like any vagabond
Feel the peace of a January first
And not march to the beat imposed by the king money

I surpass myself by reading books
Meditating, listening to rhythms, freestyling
Creating styles and trying
Traveling, meeting different people
And keeping the principles that I have always respected

In my mind always flows shows metrics
And lyrical criticism, truthful, authentic, and explicit
Not mimicking, I leave that to some poor-minded
Of spirit and noble thoughts