A Cada Rima

A chord without sanity that lasts, endures and swears the cure of my
Madness from the Sun to the Moon without a doubt you are the pure
Solitude of my cradle that endures you I am a dune of the desert
And the grapes of the lunar year, do you swear it to me?
If you can, follow this posture with the richness of these
Phrases that I release with ease and I eat the flow like loin that's why
This thickness I climb the mountain with style and get my trash mount

I'm like everyone and I fuck through every pore
That I beg, I release my heart and elbows
That's why I sing and improve, I am the bull, I am alone
In this [?] mess, I know where I come from but not the way out, are you a [?]
My image teaches you discipline
Combine my life with this mine sharpens born gravestones
In the saliva measure I lack batteries
Every rhyme that revives me if you don't tune

Sound for your skin for the hairs to stand up
You know that with rhymes this MC always aims at you
Join every phrase in every class that succumbs
Knock down every evil for every plan that confuses you
Rhymes that for me, the truth that improve me
I prefer to think of phrases than to scratch myself alone
Alone, with every Sun this day does not improve
For joining religion, science, and philosophy
Who would say that the way would be hypocrisy
And every day would make tears come out?
Who told me that for sure I rule that for changing
And not thinking about others would end up writing on a page?

Tell me then what you're up to
Tell me then what I'm up to
If tomorrow by yesterday will change everything today
I hate so much fanaticism breaking the molds already
If you talk about being yourself and you are another colt
Dictatorships are shit, dictatorships are shit
How can an adult person be such garbage
Feelings that I regret I swear I take out when I'm going to bark
I have a bomb inside and I swear I'm going to take it out

Graves with highs the means also matter
The world is a screw and it has gone overboard
Every slap every war every thing that happens
Everything is filled with more shit, more black and more dirt
Peace, a lie in the times they propose to us
A church full of gold and at the door an atheist don't believe
That if you complain without a doubt they knock you out
While the pope has everything a man sleeps on the roof

Sound for your skin for the hairs to stand up
You know that with rhymes this MC always aims at you
Join every phrase in every class that succumbs
Knock down every evil for every plan that confuses you