Trato de Estar Bien (feat. Morad)

(Sick Luke, Sick Luke)

There are things that are really messed up, but I try to be alright
I’m facing my battles, fighting them one at a time
Holding on till the end, that’s how I was raised
When I’m about to lose it all, I’ll start over again
This feels unreal, my dreams came true
Things turned out way better than I thought

I don’t regret being down, all the shit I’ve been through
Suffering motivates me
Now everything seems normal, now everything feels heavy
But at least we’re on top (at least we’re on top)

At least we’re on top and I’m not talking about money
I’m talking about something else, about friends, about the basics
I’m talking about my family who now live how they want
I’m talking about seeing my mom who doesn’t cry for me anymore and looks at me with pride

My people don’t live stuck in the net
Some saw the four walls
None move for interests
They move

I won’t cry for anyone, I walk alone through my hood
They had to let me down to find the only remedy
On the outside, I smile, but inside I’m serious
The fake don’t walk with values or common sense

There are things that are really messed up, but I try to be alright
I’m facing my battles, fighting them one at a time
Holding on till the end, that’s how I was raised
When I’m about to lose it all, I’ll start over again
This feels unreal, my dreams came true
Things turned out way better than I thought

They say they’re free and I saw how they chained themselves
They’re gonna lose it if they don’t hit the right notes
More hours studying, less strategizing
Burning the cartridges, not the ones from SEGA

I’m always one to go to extremes
Heart of ice, hand on fire
My humility versus my ego
Sometimes bad, sometimes good

Even though we came in last, we won the race
I don’t think about what I have, I think about all that awaits me
I could slow down if I allowed myself
But I want to enjoy all the time I have left
This addiction to wanting everything that entangles me
That’s how my two sides are, a coin
You make a legacy, it’s not inherited, I have proof

I started alone sitting, making intermission points
Now I’m a singer and I see myself in all the media
They lie too much about what I did in my past
It’s just that I’ll never record everything I’ve helped with

My mother raised me, the street gave me values
I don’t believe in love, nor in forgiveness
I’ve been locked up just in a cell and without laces
My buddy was screaming and I was screaming between balconies

Everyone knows I’m the voice, the voice, the voice
Under possessed from the show, the show, the show
Everyone wants to copy my flow, the flows, the flows
I’m getting better every time, better, better

Everyone knows I’m the voice, the voice, the voice
Under possessed from the show, the show, the show
Everyone wants to copy the flows, the flows, the flows
I’m getting better every time, better, better.