De Memoria

Don't try to make us think
Just give us something to smoke
We're feeling chill
Can't even talk to you
Don't try to make us think
Just give us something to smoke
We're feeling chill
Can't even talk to you
I smoke and forget it all
Dreaming while traveling in a DeLorean
Hugs from Candelaria

I've passed 20 and gone through rough changes
Like Montañez, I find good people
Between my lips, a treat that causes trouble
With the dyes, I shed my skin like a snake
I’m short on cash, but I’ve got plenty of troubles
On top of that, I carry the scarlet death forever
And yeah, I’m living on the edge and heading out to drink

I taste the cover with hunger
And only with rap do I have to speak the truth
My good brothers, like Ibrahim Ferrer
I don’t care about views on YouTube
My only dream is cakes and cookies, creams with strawberries
The haters don’t affect me, they’re not in my orbit
I come from Mars, where there aren’t so many dives
I’m like Neil, even if I live on the moon all day
A virus with no vaccine, enduring all the pain
Get out of my head, you fucking parasite, I don’t believe in myself

But I do believe in the joy of the spirit
I see the garden of delights, their caresses never miss
In front of you with these bright lights
Here are my spelling mistakes
If you leave, it’s all good
My mind doesn’t keep photographs
Living among the shadows, always hooded in case it rains
Long nights, short days, yeah
Nothing feels right if I’m the sanest one
If I remember correctly, life was easier for you, yeah

I dreamed I was dying from my bad memory, the nightmare was forgetting what I had to let go
That the women in my life weren’t victories, nor hopes, nor glories
Yeah, with no aspirations, even though everything inspires me
Smoke for the lungs if the city breathes, yeah
Those eyes won’t help you because they see but don’t look
They don’t live forever if they die from anger.