Más Que Real

Through that rocky faded path
Society looks at me with disdain
They know I'm from the anthill
And downhill I go to find something
My nation is sick and blind, losing its mind
My father was addicted to trash, abused mom
Unaware that my childhood was consumed in vice
Like a chronic boycott criminal, I transformed from hunger
And pain in the moments I needed someone
Tied bleeding by the abyss
Where to run? Which way out?
I lived with various missing pints
Until knowing who's good and who's nobody
How much is a life worth, a bread on the street
To the words that are many and so delicate
I learned to love that blanket and flea patches
To rusty knives, to the bouquet of the bazooka and the
Cheap alcohol
To the rats that roamed my room
To the paisas, caleños, and coast dwellers who wore my clothes
To that tenement, where we lived with water sprayed in the yard
Resident stories of the precarious neighborhood and that
Strange dirty and ordinary
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Don't you see that in the street don't stop
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Rap rap rap rap rap
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Don't you see that in the street don't stop
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Rap rap rap rap rap
I speak of the sad pain of the poor
I aspire to another life and never more bad powders
Bandit of the slave suburb
I am a professional rapper from the low neighborhood
Wandering alleys and stairs
Old bond strengthens my intentions
Like the vulture, long sessions of plones
Produced by and bastards
Looking for the door on the right path
To give life's love a bad life
A bitter end, a disappeared seed
That will not flourish in its fruits
A real lie novel
A short money for a broken girl
Try to be okay to not suffer
Try to laugh and fake a smile
Look with passion at dancing reggaeton
She wants to be sensual, she suffers for a man who
Abuses her
From the vast and cruel city of the story
Where there is no TV or meat on the plate
Where a child's dreams are Christmas gifts
That Santa Claus and the Child God do not forget again
From my neighborhood
Another year, illusions of yesteryear
Lose like a judgment without betting, are we poor or millionaires?
Looking for the door, crossed path
Wandering through uncertain destiny
Life death or I riot (my tummbasss)
Life death or I riot
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Don't you see that in the street don't stop
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Rap rap rap rap rap
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Don't you see that in the street don't stop
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Rap rap rap rap rap
More than real, don't doubt it (more than a real)
More than real, don't doubt it (z 19)
More than real, don't doubt it (aha)
More than real, don't doubt it (raise your weapons)
More than real, don't doubt it (cry of revolution)
More than real, don't doubt it, it's the rap elite
Don't you see that in the street don't stop (wandering)
More than real, don't doubt it
(White background, black eyebrows, Bogotá, Colombia, South America)
(Respect for my rolos)