Así Son Mís Días

Like smoke I go, and like smoke
I come, I come out of the night, mark the
pavement, and it's that without reason I travel
in time, I think and plan
what I've been doing. Mark in the
day, I look for the way out, take what
everything you want, but not what's mine, everything
is part, the crew, family, even
if you don't understand that's how my days are.
That's how my days are, and that's how
my days are.
I spend my time building my whole life,
cutting and pasting and if not
adrift, hanging out with the crew, stroll
around Carranza, circle the block,
hey! What's going on? flavor...
I'm always in a good mood, all
day there's no down. Always on
point, I arrive, on time I admire, the whole
scene that's in a spin. Because that's how my days are, complex,
Maria, I take flight as if it were
mine, the target is set on the table,
the evening is ready to walk
with the real artillery, and responds
with a lie to get out of the moment
and find the way out. I finish
completely, with some patience, that's
how my days are when I step on the ground.
That's how my days are, and that's how
my days are.
Like everything I give, much is what
I have: homies, buddies, they're all
my teachers, and it's that I'm never what
they preferred, I am what
I am, they didn't choose me. Life goes by,
I follow it without hurry, I simply
observe what was needed, my life goes by,
and it's not so empty, I feel...
what else would I need. Today was as good
as I sense it will be later,
party with the homies, neighborhood without regret,
this isn't a low point, it's up to the sky,
punches and punches and I never burst.
Shadow by day, tough to the top,
I walk calmly, there's no melancholy,
as long as there are strings, I remove the thorn,
I continue with the crew spending time on the corner.
That's how my days are, and that's how
my days are.