Gargantúa

I come from a normal neighborhood
From a normal city
Poor family although there was always bread on my table
It wasn't magic, it was because of my hard-working parents
That's why I'm angry and talk about fighting
Not about diamonds
A fifth floor without an elevator got me in shape
When the world was criticizing me and I was shouting
That transforms you
Now I don't plan on forgetting where I come from
Because we are poor and we will be poor even as time goes by. Fights with students and teachers
Unsatisfied with life and my superiors
I haven't taken well to being told what to do
And that's why I don't have a boss and I can see sunrises
I've had a knife to my throat three times
I've stolen some stupid things from El Corte Inglés
I've been caught a few times, succeeded more than 13
I've fucked under the moon with Skunk D. F songs
I started in rap over 12 years ago
I've cried pages and tears
And I've spent almost half of my life changing
I've written sexist shit that I later criticized
I shit on the Church, the Vatican
Sorry to ruin your show, Msías, I'm not baptized
I've cried out of anger hitting walls
And now they want me to shut up if I don't say what they want
I've worked half my life for the benefit of others
I've fallen into Cronos' suicidal routine
I've hit rock bottom thinking about escaping
So that little brats who have never worked in their lives come to bark at me. Tell me another one that matters to me, dirty scum
The far-right hates me
The cyber-left hates me
I have little to clarify except my phobias
I didn't come to please anyone, I came here to make history

Trapped in a financial cycle
Walking corpses, zombies since January
Shop windows, yachts paid for by workers
Mansions private extensions, of steel
The world has always been a dump
Love turned into hatred by thousands of zeros
And now nothing shines in this sky
Everything has been absorbed like light through black holes

I come from a normal neighborhood
From a normal city
Where dreams turn into tar after a lethal gas
Where the poor idolize millionaires
While asking for a drink at 12 bucks the glass goes up
Where people commit suicide because of a bank
Where Franco's ghost still wanders
Where Nazis go to stadiums protected by Nazi cops
But don't make jokes about Carrero Blanco
Where people believe in TV and traditions
Where the world revolves around some holy balls
Where women are sexual objects, nipples
And fucking the one you love angers several gods
Where they say I should be quiet, not be violent
That I should thank those shitheads for having a job
That I should smile while swallowing their poison
And that if I'm quiet I can still be free at 64
Fuck you, I don't fit into that shit
And they smile at you while they want to lock you up in a cell
While you dream of products they create
That you don't even need
If you get irritated, if you get worked up, if a shit-eater yells at you
That you haven't done enough pieces
And you shut up and bow your head
And thank them because you have to face 20 debts
And that's how the circle closes, the system flows
And they close the exit on you, you know? The beer
While you see those bankers with their yachts
You think 'that's violence, you fucking assholes.'
You cry out of anger, helplessness, on your knees you beg for mercy
You implore to God 'what have I done to deserve this, Lord'
But that bastard doesn't exist
There's no answer to your pain
You're alone against the world, brother
That's where I come from

Trapped in a financial cycle
Walking corpses, zombies since January
Shop windows, yachts paid for by workers
Mansions private extensions, of steel
The world has always been a dump
Love turned into hatred by thousands of zeros
And now nothing shines in this sky
Everything has been absorbed like light through black holes

I come from a world that prefers to destroy itself
That fears the unknown and loves the invisible
I come from a world that prefers to be a slave
In exchange for dreams generated, impossible
I come from a world where I no longer want to be
Despite its beauty, its peaks, its sea
I come from a world where I'm a weirdo
And there everything weird tends to be trampled
I come from a world that was a product of chance
Not a gift from the gods, prisons of humanity
I come from a world controlled by a virus
That spreads over time and never stops advancing
I come from a world of event horizons
Where innocents die or are taken prisoner
I come from a necrotic world that fluctuates
If there's not enough bread for everyone, let Gargantua swallow us

Trapped in a financial cycle
Walking corpses, zombies since January
Shop windows, yachts paid for by workers
Mansions private extensions, of steel
The world has always been a dump
Love turned into hatred by thousands of zeros
And now nothing shines in this sky
Everything has been absorbed like light through black holes