Alma

I depart from the whim that I suspect everything
The important thing about what is said is to back it up with actions
I love the madness of the verses I harvest
I have paint on my fingers from touching the ceiling so much

If in my lake there is no sip of cold water
I look for water in what I do and not in what I should
I bet on getting to know myself when no one believed me
And now that they say they believe me, I don't believe their irony

Because I too, fear defeat
To see the platform but never that train that touches me
I throw my disdain from a embankment and it bounces back
And it's not that I fly well, I'm already used to the broken

But look at me, I'm a tormented madman
I water the ivy of stones thrown at my roof
On the branch of the sonnet, my apple is a sin
They would want to see me bound by what I have already preached

I know that life is a senseless bet
The sum of the subtraction of your self and what has been traveled
There are those who only cry to get to know themselves
And there are those who fall in love without having met

If today I curse time it's because I have time
When you push the needles, you bring out your witches from within
I get confused in the attempt, I search for myself and don't find myself
I adjust to the abrupt bust of the taste of my lament

I rejected the demon but God put him in his garden
Watering the plant of my page and stealing the jasmine
I don't want the podium, if I once had it, I lost it
I have already overcome hatred and now hatred is the one that hates me

I want to be the ballast of puppy love
The tailor of the mist that unites the Moon in the smoke
I was always a disaster but in solitude more opportune
I chose to distance myself from my Sun of peace like Neptune

We are only air, the moment of the soul
Vulnerable variables of the mind and the physical
They say my verses are just chemical processes
But for the soul there is no scientific realm

I want to feel you with the guidance of my scar
Under the driving force of my printed letter
Think about it if it wasn't so happy to get here
I came, saw, and conquered like Julius Caesar

Look for my signals, not the light I hide
Because my crystals always come with a background
They demand answers and I never respond
And if I don't stop spinning it's because the world is round

I was shy, like a nightingale under the branch
But the liquid turned into vapor before the flame
Anxiolytic, because being Brock I had no calm
And it's the least, because I call hip-hop soul