Entre Horizonte y Verticalde

They always made me feel bad
But not anymore
This peaceful night
Nights of peace are my gift

With a heart of stone, in my hand
Tell me, what should I do?
The rap told me 'turn on the mic
Turn off the heart'

Come on, deny it
Justice is blind, bro
Love too
That's why life is ugly like a bat

My vision clouds
Every memory is a lightning bolt
The island where you isolate yourself
Isolates itself from its archipelago

It's a storm!
Mentally in shape
But it's as if
Camphor with comfort ran through my veins

Trash comes in and then
How do you get it out?
If you already vomited it before
That's called a hangover

I walk in the sewer
I shrug my shoulders
I hide in the depths
I sink in my jacket

Here, the face is covered
For the skinny fuss
I only go home for the mess
No backup, yeah, my cape fell off

My smile is shyer than a beatmaker
I'm happy feeling the love from the haters
Get the shaker! For those who live without delight
And for them, no one gives a damn

I carry hidden in my pocket
A poem in six verses
They are the tip of the iceberg
That I carry under my coat
I say with my voice without vigor

'Rap more than a friend
It's a great country, man'
Peace! For all those who seek it
If it's no longer on their lips

Let the vodka induce it
Let it recognize that it likes it
Life kills us all
It's the industry of anguish