Lo Siento

(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry)
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry)
Today I came to apologize
I regret doing it so late
But it's just that I didn't realize before
I'm ashamed, I'm responsible
I validated it, when I trusted them
When I turned them off
When I recorded tracks with them
They thought they were good, that's where I messed up

The excuse worsens the fault
I was just alone, I felt lonely
That's the explanation for everything
I'm not like this in any way
But the damage is done and now in rap
There are lots of Arjonas writing about heartbreak
And lots of idiots forgetting their flow
Copying Poe, rhyming waste
The topics, damn, are all the same
The same principles, the same ideals
(Religion, love, bohemia, pain, fear, alcohol, death, resentment)
They feel sensitive because they're special
And in all their rhymes, something always slips out
A phrase, or something I've already heard in one of my beats

They're not cursed poets and won't become Bukowski
They're just a bad copy, of the bad copy that Lechowski makes
Don't tell us you're sad, because your pain is a joke
You're just following the trend of not being trendy, fitting the ode
How's the wave going now, in honor of love, to elaborate the voracious rhyme
That devours bitterness from the heart, I'll make every word fall in love
That can pierce the lonely soul

And so what! If sorrow is anger
Yes, I prefer the red sky
I'm shy and suffer when I want to speak
But a well-crafted verse breaks your eyes
So what! Yes, it's all my fault
It doesn't work for them
They try, they try, just crap
First they write the punchline and that's it
They're just cheesy rap, tested rhymes
They're like freestyle with prepared rhymes
They say what they feel, they don't feel anything
Their poet's stop is just a stop

No, I'm sorry
Bro, I regret it
Bro, I'm sorry
It went to hell

All, I'm sorry
Bro, I regret it
Bro, I'm sorry
It went to hell, all

They say Wu-Tang Clan, I say they're trans with hot pans, their rap is really bad
Their performance is like Ronny Dance's
They rhyme like a gentleman, their fan shouldn't be such a jerk
They're fans of punk with cans, fans of Alejandro Sanz
But they lie, they feel smarter than people
Suddenly they become philosophers
They suffocate us with their different rap
They're introspective, misanthropic, and decadent
As they continue to be idiots, at least they're consistent
Bastards go head-on, without focus, without touch
They make a big deal out of it but still remain mediocre
I think he went crazy
You talk a lot and do little
I don't care if life sucks and then my snot spits on you

There's no respect, little poets
I had this flow stored among so many beautiful things
And why should I care about what a little unimportant guy writes
It happens that because of them they think we're all charlatans

There's no respect, poet-bitches
They prostitute the word and caricature what it means
So it's very clear to us that everything you do is a lie
It seems that everything is my fault, out of pure courtesy I celebrate a rhyme
So today I apologize
Because I gave them the boost
I never imagined that everything would take this turn
A simplistic speech, take it, I give you the clues
So we can all be like these pseudo-artists

Tip one, choose recognized words as a symbol
For example butterfly, bird, clown, tear, music, end, pain
Choose others of palpable order
Meat, earth, blood or hunger
And between each one put an antithesis or an oxymoron

Lesson two, it's all in the voice
If you say it with conviction, everything sounds solemn and godly
You must be recurrent, you must be decadent
Say you drink a lot even if it's only occasionally
An artist with problems sells, that's the character
A false courage, a false journey, a pariah of language
Don't be afraid to use elaborate literary figures
See how everything looks in just one go

The black butterfly is dead
The bird bleeds
It's the flesh of the offering
The tear is fertile, in the poet's chest
I'm the craziest, the most tormented on the planet

No, I'm sorry
Bro, I regret it
Bro, I'm sorry
It went to hell

All, I'm sorry
Bro, I regret it
Bro, I'm sorry
It went to hell, all
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry)