Protocolo

The light wakes me up, a jazz, a blues
On the side of my cheek I see a bit of rush
Push, something pushes me in the ribs, I don't give it importance, today the day shines

I pour the glass again even if it overflows with the last drop
At this moment nothing matters to me
I drink liquor, dance naked
My mind ecstatic, my chest explodes

But I see all those people walking with a bad face
Barefoot kids under a sign of the most expensive Nikes
They ask for help, but everyone ignores them
The security of their country only gives away bullets

Tell me it's not serious
That they show me so many ends without providing the means
Tell me it's not serious
That they expect me not to want to start a fire after this

I won't stop vibrating, shaking
Lose my mind and scream that this is my virtue
Even if they want to silence, beat, deform, dominate, and judge my attitude
Without resting, I will rise and tag the fascist's damn coffin
Even if I'm going to explode and this might fail
I will leave my soul for all my crew

They want to mold me like a sculpture
I will fly until my grave
Burn and enjoy a green on the Moon
See the world spin from a good height

I don't know what's right, I don't know what's wrong
I focus on the essence, I hate morality
I confuse the beginning, knot, and end
Natural fruit, artificial art

Peace returns
A breeze that relieves me like a balm
One of lime, none good
Three hundred bad, but suddenly there's one worth it

Hey, what a shame, girl
Don't cry anymore tonight
I can walk with you, I don't have a car

But my brain is convertible
So you can see my internal functioning and all my cables
I can't talk to you, everything is so immense
I prefer to accompany you with silence
Yes, with silence

A cloud of protest covers the light again
Sunshine in the morning at the bus stop
Ugh, the kid has a breakfast mix of rum with yogurt
Because hunger and anguish don't care about glamour

Tell me it's not serious
That they show me so many ends without providing the means
Tell me it's not serious
That they expect me not to want to start a fire after this

Thousands of families are left without work
And others in their rhymes talking about wads of cash
Life hurts, money is scarce
And on top of that, the one above doesn't give a damn

Adrift in a sea of ups and downs
To the one who looks at me wrong, a spit
My soul delirious and sweating tears
That quench the thirst your absence brought me
Your protocol and I detail it: The bad weed is cut from the stem
The good one I smoke and get high
And he who is silent agrees and there's no way I'll shut up