Todas Las Cosas Me Hablan

All things are prisoners in my head
My head has a high price
But today it's a prisoner of my promises
The table is set, the rhyme unleashed
And the knots of the throat blind
Like silent dates with princesses
And if they're not silent, the boy can only stutter
To change doubts of the lobe, well, there's always room
I feel sorry about your cheekbone
There's an almost ridiculous heap
Of links between rapper mules and groupies without ass
That I am both from Santiago and from Porriño and from the DF

I swear, that I disappointed my family for being a teacher
And not a psychologist and using monologues for joys
Where in the prologue to God himself I cheated
I left him without paradise and brought him to my sketchbook
Your mother is a rocker, she goes with anyone
Sometimes in rap, I get bored of being so good
As I get bored of being, and for being a grandfather
The one in black rooted, in all countries
In the whole world there are gray days and unhappy idiots
For misses, for their kisses
And I keep here distributing and listening to my lyrics
What bullshit you say
Cevlade hanging on the moment, I can be superfluous
Critical or naive, I no longer attenuate, nor insinuate
I'm explicit if I have to tell you to suck my dick
So I say suck my dick
I did everything for today I rehabilitate
After the liter weakened me alone
I shit on all my colleagues
Because they claim that my rap doesn't cheer
Although he's dead, his girls celebrate this so schist cadaver

Surviving, I'm no longer interested
Laughter tastes like sadness to me
I feel nauseous crossing sleepers
I have no friends, no friends because there are no princesses

Surviving, I'm no longer interested
Laughter tastes like sadness to me
I feel nauseous crossing sleepers
I have no friends, no friends because there are no princesses

Drink or leftovers, their works and few words
I feel they are unnecessary
That the girls who were after me
Suffer because I love myself more
And I only have eyes for the mirror
But the mirror doesn't have them for me
Even my beats ask me to have faith
To ignore the catastrophe of being alive
Everyone wants me to decide but how do I decide
If even asleep I'm still confused
I have defended lost causes
I have been rebellious with and without reason
While I make more enemies
I make more friends
Doctor Castillo only listens to me talk
And has confessed that I am the most difficult case she has had to deal with
For me everything is chaotic, all things speak to me
All people are silent, all keep
Jealously the secret of how to bend destiny's hand
I guess, you don't, if I rhyme emotional only if I drive a sports car
Only I make a record in just one night
Only mine is the name that decorated your case
Only I heard so much about me, that I got confused
That I built myself from opinions of people I didn't know
I have so many dreams that I just want to sleep
Go to the beyond and see if there they can be fulfilled
That I am a child man said my therapist
That I didn't have parents and that as for affection in me there is a great debt
This beat advises me, it tells me (come)
But how to have faith if I failed in everything
Neither there, nor there, I found what I was looking for
I resigned because I know my life will be mediocre

Surviving, I'm no longer interested
Laughter tastes like sadness to me
I feel nauseous crossing sleepers
I have no friends, no friends because there are no princesses

Surviving, I'm no longer interested
Laughter tastes like sadness to me
I feel nauseous crossing sleepers
I have no friends, no friends because there are no princesses