Jamming Sin Fronteras (feat. McKlopedia y Rapsusklei)

Yeah, yeah!
Well, good morning, let me share my tune
I don’t want to make it awkward, just bringing verses and a groove
Let’s get pumped for the hustle, don’t let sleep catch us
It’s another beautiful day to make your dreams come true
May everything go smoothly, may you always find your way

May you never run out of coffee, bread, and faith in your plan
May everything get sorted out, ma’am, with that lovely hair
May the other stuff get resolved, hey, buddy, lift your chin
Don’t get down, it’ll come to you in time

Hey, collector, you dropped that coin from your wallet
Give your seat to the pregnant lady, hope she’s alright
I’m getting off at the next stop
No worries! I’ll take whatever you offer
From honest critiques to a smile that costs you nothing, uh
That costs you nothing, yeah, yeah
(That costs you nothing)

Eh, eh
I just want the piano to speak
And my voice to honestly accompany it in this
Journey that connects a restless youth
Fifth, house, neighborhoods, bikes, trucks, vans
Subways, plazas, boulevards, bars, and also buses
They rise up with breakfast
Some go to bed without dinner from the night before

And who’s bothered by indifference?
The worst disease that infects us
If the soul is dead and greed is hungry, who counts?
The sorrows of an empty heart
If yours is wounded, I assure you I’ll heal it with mine
But I want you to be clear that the engine of what I write
Is your warm embrace when I feel cold

Not everything is lost, a brother taught me
I repeat that a thousand times, remembering what’s been lost
In the legacy that Latino brothers inherit
But I believe we can change it because we’re alive

I write to you from the depths of the lighthouse that calls the phoenix’s fire
Like the sick one on the page who informs in phrases that affirm the end
That walks on the edge of heaven like on a peak
And claims to be the poet who never misses a beat

It was a trick, an expert on the tightrope
I’m faithful and loyal to the text that makes me cry, and the paradox is
That it’s been a while since I’ve died on a page
That I live on a dune and admire a red moon (tell me)

How does a vacant heart fill up?
How does a soul empty out from so much cold?
Where did those good times go?
Because we can’t relive those beautiful stories

May the moon smile with its pain at its side
And may the stars guide us down the path of the meadow
Among pianos, words hypnotized
In the lighthouse of Alexandria of the desolate musician, alive

What time did you have there? 80 and?
16
Can you play it again for me, please?