Ansiedad y Recuerdos (feat. Prok)

I hear those dead ones, I think fast
I move slowly, I'm barely attentive, just touched the wind
The key is in the tempo, the weight is in the center
The eye in the middle where their fears are
Deep inside, a dry blow

I'm on nitro, I see myself retro with his blood in the subway
Restless with my hunger, with my shadow complete
I'm going to make everything black, with my eagerness to see it with the anger I have
This dog is never satisfied, this jug is never empty
It's not appreciated in my car, I didn't grow up in your neighborhood

The neighborhood is very bad, the children are devils
Forgotten, mistreated by the state, you know I speak
Here we grew up as bandits among flamencos, working families
Between drugs and black money, there was no evidence and the heat of the neighborhood

The apartments and basements, the light pricks the lights on
The desire to die, to save myself, too many problems
Too much I always read with those in the playground
[?] You have me fed up, jerking off, Frank T or guessing

The world is very skinny, you're going crazy
Stealing all the oil, looking in the gaps
Listen to the echo, everything tastes like too little to me
Here we were born thieves, forgive me if I sin

The weight is in the center, the eye in the middle where their fears are
Where their fears are inside, the perfect angle
The exact movement, the fine silent blow
The precise result, my unharmed state, the aforementioned delusional

I think fast, solve and trace
I handle the loop, I've always been a bastard
Because I don't carbure hard bones
Carbon alloy, serve me carbonara, love me comrade, call me Salvatore

If I'm looking for it, it's because I can't find it
I raise crows, I break them, how ugly I see it among the sane
Salvatore, a lot of mackerel, mackerel
Here my darkness like a dungeon between anxiety and memories

The neighborhood is sick, I didn't live it, I notice it
The inks have gotten so deep inside that now it trembles so much
Sometimes I melt, other times I see myself half broken
Hopeless, half focused, I break what I touch, crazy

I'm in love with the chocolate, I smoke more than I should, I drink and don't pay
Only fire is given from the ground to the sarcophagus
There are words that don't come out like a knot and hurt
Pierce my stomach, my abdomen but don't tame me

I put it in a beat of a thousand songs, a sleepless night
I saw myself in portions divided as if giving myself reasons
Desire to die or to tie cannons
To fly or to grab my life and two balls without changing plans

The moon saw his face cry behind those clouds
Never beg, you know it well, for the one who had, had
And not in vain, talk a lot but then softly
Get on my ship towards that North Star, I saw it shine and tried

Clubs have been created between keys, blue lights and bars
Juggling, you decide but it only comes out in the palm and the kiss
With the weight of your feet on the rose bushes

The kids with the soda, the raw Susi
The press, the busy busy bag
Without fear of dying, nor hurry
Time weighs, it is improvised, they seek that medicine to be happy