No Cuela

I'm fed up with punching a rock
And ending up more stone-like than it, damn idiot
I only have one life from now on, the one that matters
And I swear on my dead that I'll kill you if you exploit it

Now, yeah, damn it, with a knife
With a machete in my mouth, remembering who I used to be
We come from the times of the crooks
Where we rapped hard, but kept it simple

What are these kids going to tell me?
Now they do rap, trap?, shit, all I see are bangs
Skinny jeans, acting gangsta
Come to the cops and their hands tremble in their pockets

More and more kids with no education at all
More bad people, thieves, more herds
The law is shit, for the shit that won't swallow
And a damn excuse for nothing to change here

Don't count on me, if you touch who I care about
Or even touch her hair, I'll hang you from a bridge!
With a blood sign on your forehead
Shitty thief, this is what awaits the next one

Rage dominates me
These are the consequences when you let luck define you
And let time pass, stepping over
The things you accumulate and leave you in ruin

Lie, my life is a fucking lie
I'll trade my fame for your peace of mind
You wouldn't want to be this, I swear on my life
Here you have to smile, even if your girl leaves you

Your grandfather dies, your dog dies, and a doctor tells you
That you're taking years off your life
That's what fame entails, my nigga
Not the likes on your favorite photo

F*ckers!
Don't talk to me about love, when you trade the one you love for two b*tches
Acting like they're from the damn hood just because they smoke joints
But mommy pays for everything, even their lyrics notebook

F*ckers!
I matured when I learned to see beauty in dried flowers
Not everything you dream of sometimes comes true
There's a lot of work behind it, you don't get paid for nothing

But it doesn't fly anymore, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, and everything is a lie

It doesn't-, it doesn't-, it doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, and everything is a lie

I don't want to be the boss of the show
What good is a million when the heart is mud?
I want to live it with someone, to share it with someone
I don't know what to do with something I can't even break

I want the damn chaos, more than cars
Make immortal music pieces like a painting
F*ck with your mind, dirty, in a nasty way
And don't eat the p*ssy, but eat the brain

Mud, under the past and dust comes out
And I don't know if I'm a masochist, the more hits, the more morbid
I repeat my mistakes, I make them bigger
I go back to the damn shit for the pleasure of being deaf

Not hearing them, I'm so bad
That every time I leave scars I can't be named anymore
Don't want to play games against the one who invented the dice
Or you might mess up the move on all sides

Look at me, huh, I'm not back angry
Nor has the best returned, the one who speaks the clearest has returned
I don't want to compete, you can suck my d*ck
I came to bleed for the land I've walked on

Little by little is what's worth it
That's why deserts are just grains of sand
You want the dune, higher, fuller
I've been to the Moon and I tell you there are chains

Tell me, how much is one of my songs worth? Son of a b*tch
If you haven't stopped to listen to what it says
I feel like a Pablo Picasso painting for sale
They buy me for my name, not for what it represents

They didn't want the old Blake?
But before I felt the urge like a glove
I wrote my songs, thinking big
And now you're a product
Like all the biggest ones!

Hypocrites, you would also want to be on top
Me with red eyes, thinking who takes care of me
Well, this isn't easy, when you arrive there's no way out
And they watch every damn phrase you say

Don't do somersaults on my rope
Even if I shut up, I have the skills to make twenty doors for you
I'm one of those who don't believe a thing
And I'd put a bomb on the Moon of the Truman Show and screw it

I'm BLK, give me two cartridges
Mom, screw the mortgage, I'm worth a lot dead
I'm BLK, give me two cartridges
Mom, screw the mortgage, I'm worth a lot dead

It doesn't-, it doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, and everything is a lie

It doesn't-, it doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly, doesn't fly
Doesn't fly, doesn't fly, and everything is a lie