Darkiel Omar

Luisito the barber tells me not to get married or fall in love,
That love doesn’t pay and you waste cash on flowers.
And I know I want to hear it from ladies and gents,
Here’s Darkiel, gotta go through a lot of pain.

And a lot of shadows, many stumbles, many mixtapes,
I decided to be someone big, and that brings a lot of delays.
It brings consequences that shape a human's life,
And maybe at my funeral, only my brothers will show.
And the ex I had as a kid, all because I was a player,
With her family, shades on, and tacos in tow.
A crown for goodbye, to the best man of her life,
And though they all regret it, none are truly sorry.
For the intense hours, all filled with passion,
I was a solo guy, just magic and emotion.
And despite what it weighs, a guy with a heart,
I was never honest enough for a relationship.

I don’t have a hundred-dollar bill on my face,
It’s for those who love me and for those who hate me too.
I don’t mess with my mind, trying to land on my feet,
'Cause everything that comes, left from somewhere else.

I was a problem guy, a problem student,
Three high schools, two middle schools, and burnouts.
I’m a college kid from the U of Puerto Rico,
After I knocked out everyone who crossed me.
And I’ll do it again, every fight, every girl,
The condos, the drop-off, the hood, the powerful ones.
The youngest from the happy fields comes,
Got thugs in my chest, always carrying the weight.
It’s just my essence, a young guy always addicted to violence,
I never quit, and they know it, even though I had my fall.
I don’t forget where I come from, I’d relive every experience,
That made me who I am, a son of a b**** with decency.
I’m an anti-addiction and an anti-drug,
I don’t mess around 'cause I’ve seen, it’s the same rope.
I got friends in prison and others drowning in vice,
And though we walk together, I decided to wear a gown.

I don’t have a hundred-dollar bill on my face,
It’s for those who love me and for those who hate me too.
I don’t mess with my mind, trying to land on my feet,
'Cause everything that comes, left from somewhere else.

Though I give my all for people, I think only of me,
My cash, my chains, my dreams, and being happy.
And speaking of my chains, why are they called that?
'Cause they tie me to what I chose as a kid.
And for better or worse, I can’t love a woman,
'Cause I don’t want to talk about my life, I want to sing it.
I don’t want them to hear me, without a beat underneath,
That highlights what I say, while the bass reinforces it.
I want to walk straight, without fear of slipping,
That no living being on this earth dares to judge me.
'Cause I fail by day, regret by night,
And I get up the next day so no one can reproach me.
And I hustle for what I want, I don’t wait, I’ll die,
On the line, my people first, and we’re going against the whole world.
And the money keeps coming, those who hate me are worth zero,
And to all my fans, man, I really love you.