Nueva Season

I've been clean for 60 days
Crossing off another date on the calendar, I stand firm
This January 1st feels different
I closed those chapters, a new season begins

Knowing where I don’t want to go back is enough info
I peek out the window with my fresh coffee and think:
It’s been five years, way too intense
We fulfilled many dreams

We took many trips, of which I barely have faint memories
Fuck it, that makes me sad
The wheel of false success and the fast life became problematic
The party's over, it’s time to turn the page

Now she’s giving me head at home and I’m filming it on the handycam
I needed a breather, a new perspective
Filtering my friends, healing with my family
This year is for taking care of myself and healing my knee

And to finish La Madrugá, amen, may God bless us
With the excuse of the album, I ended up going through a change
My dreams predict a good omen
My achievements are the achievements of the neighborhood

If I’m still alive, I must be destined for something
I took off my sunglasses
I don’t want to be a fashion victim or a game changer
Today is Sunday, it’s 9 AM and I’m not sleeping
I smile, head to the gym and think: I’m not the same anymore

But the war I’m fighting today is just one
It’s the most important one right now
It’s a war I have to fight against myself
It’s a tough war, man
Because the enemy isn’t outside, where is it?
It’s inside, inside of me

Isi took a flight to see me at the hospital
Bigla’s mom prayed for me, asking heaven
Carlos kicked his vices, Raggio found a remedy
When you change, everything changes, and that’s a fact

Now every time I wake up, I give thanks
I have it all, how could I not be satisfied?
I’ve got Dani back, my brothers, and my old man
Fuck Delaossa, the music, and the label

No news, good news
There are memories that take me back to places like the tour bus
I want to marry God’s daughter like Kun
I’m looking to transcend, not just put my name on an MC menu

I don’t know if it’s self-confidence or discipline
I don’t know if it’s my own merit or the Sertraline
But there are no after-parties anymore, and finally, the neighbor smiles at me
I’ve been clean for nine months, who would’ve thought?

My grandma Trini is still waiting for me in El Palo
José Enrique keeps painting us in his pictures
I pray for my uncle Domingo to come out healthy
And to see him sailing in Tarifa in the summer

Catana turns 102 years old
I don’t think she needs any encouragement messages
And she still smiles brightly when I hug her
I just tell her I’m doing sports and barely going out

I’m with my blood, not in VIPs
Because to see ghosts, there’s already the Cortijo Jurado
I need the path well lit
To celebrate such a sacred reason (La Madrugá)

Oh oh, when the night is darkest
And there’s no reason left to believe
Bring a ray of light, La Madrugá
It brings back the light, La Madrugá
And now I talk to God and He always responds

Oh oh, when the night is darkest
And there’s no reason left to believe
Bring a ray of light, La Madrugá
It brings back the light, La Madrugá
And now I talk to God and He always responds