Gwan
Nobody helps each other
And it sounds ironic that
Humans find it hard to help their neighbor
When someone fails, we can't control it, we prefer to sign it than help
And then spit on them, to humiliate and mock them even more to punish them later
This world stopped being a world a while ago
Your fortune passed by the same place where I passed, looking for a deal
You're not a crazy dude, you're very bland, putting on bling bling doesn't make you a boss
I come from where someone with four rags turns them into seven and sells three to buy shoes
Honestly, I live and record all the time
A track for those who follow me, just a few cats
Four who discovered that the brain is meant to be used
Life is to be lived and concepts are to be respected
Quiet but observing everything
I'm not a pig but I've grown fond of the mud
Being underestimated by fools who don't know the music they listen to is stolen
Let them screw themselves anyway, shit sells more, that's why the world stinks and people party, shaking their hips, mommy, because in the end, love can't be bought in any mall
Cheap philosophy, we're invalid, man's pale end will have a tragic end
Brands have more value than people
Fabric is more vital than neurons
If the Lord really sees us
He must be joking, because the path we're on doesn't lead to Rome, or maybe it does but to the Colosseum
To kill each other to live like prisoners
That's how I see it and read it, on TV, Instagram, Facebook, and emails
I'm not afraid to fight for what I believe, I guess I must look like Cheo to you
For you, people like me are only found in museums, surrounded by skeletons, books, and ugly old men
Ugly old men like that twerking that has you moving your eye from the anus without grease on his finger
Right-click on clichés, and for trash cans and recycling, I am what I want to be
Kim Kardashian made a porn on the internet, how do you think Kanye West will be an example for me
Listen to me, sometimes it's okay to feel bad, sit with yourself and talk
I know some who only talk about laughing and partying, men who rotted without maturing
With a lot of tact, a lot of care in what I write
I literally come from the asphalt jungle
They don't even respect your actions because of how low you've fallen to be up high
The word commitment lifted me from the ground, gave me a trade, at the beginning I got lost but sacrifices are the hazards of this profession that has become an addiction, as big as the Big Apple with its buildings
I still have no sponsorship, no support, on the edge of the precipice, still driving you crazy
Don't boast about good vibes and joy if they're full of self-interest, falsehood, and hypocrisy
My bad habit once I saw the fakes come to ruin the day, but I think this humanity is already lost, if I had to give my life for it, I would
For the day when people respect each other, for the day when people love each other more, turn up the volume on the music like crazy because in the end they'll call us crazy anyway
For the day when people respect each other, for the day when people love each other more, I'm going to travel through this music on a rocket because my love, because hip-hop has no boundaries
