You
You, ah
And what reasons do you have to doubt that I am me
If you are the copy of what is in fashion, I am not
Your voice no longer has a voice, your criteria are not valid for me
Of those who clone their serious faces in photoshop
I also love mysteries
But I walk in the open
Like death in cemeteries
Transparent without armies or empires
And I still take rap seriously, it doesn't make me drunk
Here I am a visitor
I come from a very distant fauna
My mind constantly lies to me and I believe I am a singer
If this world doesn't get fixed, we have to mess it up as soon as possible
With a suitcase on my shoulder, an immigrant
But my home is still the same as before
Before Don Francisco made Sabado Gigante
In Havana there were black people rapping and sweating blood
Why not respect my way of thinking?
You have to speak in plural to talk about yourself
Because you are not you and you don't know what you are
Because you are only the copy of what you want
The copy of what you want to hear
Of the one who sleeps with the girl you want to sleep with
Of the one who shows off the chains you want to flaunt
And the one who has to show off what he lacks to create
I come from an underworld and I am part of a cave
In the middle of a jungle that my heart takes
I don't want my path to be confused with their party
Here we are flying through very deep waters
Your opinion doesn't fit in my state of creation
The masses have the power but never the reason
The prostitution of art has no forgiveness for me
The underground will remain underground even if they sign it with a drone
I was also on a bus
Dreaming of seeing a plane
I was also barefoot
Looking at LeBron's feet
The truth is slow but it arrives
God doesn't have time to please all those who beg him
Find me a mic if you're on nitro
The plane brings you to the truth, lands at my airport
I'm going to take out your skeleton without harming your body
Weeds don't grow in my garden, I cultivate in the desert
Uh, that's why my clan is so selective
That's why I don't get close to you and I expect the same, of course
Uh uh, check, and it says
I think, live, feel, write
With the dedication of a soldier fighting wounded
Not honoring misfortune but grateful
That life has chosen the life I live today
I think, live, feel, write
With the dedication of a soldier fighting wounded
Not honoring misfortune but grateful
That life has chosen the life I live today
I think, live, feel, write
I think, live, feel, write
I think, live, feel, write
I think, live, feel, write
