SUEÑOS

I learned to daydream, this is how I go, this is how I live, too real to be asleep, this is how I am, this is how I continue. I learned to hit your stirrup with my noise, while my incisors destroy the microphone when I show this. That's how I go (b-boy)... that's how I live (b-boy)... that's how I still learned to daydream, that's how I go, that's how I live, too real to be asleep.
Today my dreams have taken away my sleep, which I cannot conceive, I learned to daydream: this is how I go, this is how I live. With my name always linked to a superlative, dreaming of how to make every day of the year a holiday. I dream of not hitting a single blow, but giving effective blows, that I gallop forward and the executives in their sports car. It is my goal to find my direction although I deviate it and my ultimate dream is to be focused on your goal. They attribute adjectives to me as additives, that is, always positive. Every time I describe myself: a dreamer who seeks motives for his lyrics, while you are passive. I dream of being rich to say "I deprive myself of nothing", the middle class dreams and wakes up with each receipt, while the 3rd world only dreams of your donation. I dream of the dove that will bring its olive branch to the planet, ending wars and the construction of harmful weapons.
It is my destiny tonight, toss a coin in the air and let others take advantage of it, every second counts, every moment is vital, half love, half hate, on an instrumental on a sheet of paper, another episode. I write my dreams to forget my nightmares, at night in my locker I give texts from a chair, it is no longer the same: yesterday I dreamed of having more rhythm, today I dream that I am free beyond a book. I don't sleep at night to daydream, it's to see how my tree grows in your desert. It is true that my sweet dreams today are so small, that the years will speak for me, for thousands of strange faces. What a ban on gold, and I only dream of seeing his smile, of walking this path without haste, without stepping, seeing from afar solid land without war: they are dreams that are written with black words.
I dream of being like the Sun: an untouchable colossus, having its own light so that my surroundings are always visible. I dream of my mc being insatiable, my rapier rhyme unstoppable, white policeman infallible. I dream of continuing to be undirectible, always uncontrollable, and never being a million in the hands of someone who decides or speaks for me. I dream of surpassing everything up to the insurmountable ass, crowning inaccessible peaks, achieving the impossible. Make weak those who are classified as invincible, for having great wealth of incalculable value that can easily be accumulated through a profitable business, but only by exploiting the feasible weak. Look, I dream of living in a building with oak furniture, having cable TV and driving convertibles. Although I dream that this is an unattainable goal, another being will sink into misery: it is an indispensable condition.
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Closing your eyes to the world is opening them to mine to dream of every danger that my mind saw there, it is only my fantasy and what I needed, it is only my dreams, my blows and caresses. I dreamed of a single second, there in your ears, to be able to make time another howl directed at you. It's another step, another lost look to dream that there is a way out of this: my forbidden land. Sorry if I bothered, sir, I dream of contributing, of hearing the right words and of fleeing from these ruins, I dream of imagining what they hide, that my hands have the power and bring order. That my eyes look through yours and understand not why they are sold but why they are lost. In my dreams broken pieces of a nocturnal life, and even so the gods take turns, why does my name enter their urns?!
I dream that the future of hip-hop in Spain is stable, I dedicate my working day to it, I live off of it with what I consider essential, dying for it is not a dream, it is an indisputable reality. In which I live dreaming of conquering the unconquerable, overcoming the insurmountable, deciphering the indecipherable, avoiding the inescapable, avoiding the inevitable, foreseeing the unforeseeable: being completely free. That banknotes are useless papers and consumerism impractical, I dream like NS of changing the world in a resounding way, immersing myself in the depths of an unstoppable revolution to... make history, write it in your memory with indelible ink, so that everyone knows about this indomitable madman I dream that when the day of the inevitable end arrives in which death comes for me, I will triple it.
While I dream of gold and silver a dispute breaks out, that is why you live and kill is what is portrayed here. I dream of what I am today: today I dream of being a b-boy forever, it is an exact definition not a cheap copy. I live in a dream where violence is not so much that peace is agreed upon. And there are no right-wing followers camouflaged in democratic parties, nor conflicts between Serbs and Croats. You can call the black man "Hey, nigger!" because there is no such hatred that stands out in the gaze. I dream of a world without racism, without rearmament for lives that weapons take, that is why an MC sings. I dream of wars that mistreat me and feel the cold of a butt between their paws. Today I dream that these chains that bind me and limit me to a higher peak break with every blow of my throat.
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