Bboy Hasta La Muerte

It has rained since I started signing the neighborhood walls
And even though I'm a bit old for these tasks,
I still have pending duties
And someday I will put my name on the walls as much as before
Not even the passing of the years has been able to separate me from your side,
I carry your name tattooed in my heart
And I know your presence will accompany me for the rest of my days,
I carry you inside like my gums
And no matter how many turns life gives me,
My heart will beat to the rhythm of drums and boxes,
I lived good and bad moments with you,
You witnessed the incomprehension of mine
And what does it matter, I was happy painting walls and listening to rap,
That's how it was, that's how it will be,
I remember being amazed by the breakers at tocatta,
And my first lyrics and what I saved to buy my first turntables,
And the excitement of a group of kids
With a mic in their hands, it's been ten years already,
I remember Arturo and Carlos Viyola
And the scratch committee kept alive hour after hour,
I look at my hands and I can still see them stained with paint,
And the adventure in the garage, the race in the thickets,
And the beats in my temple
And my heart bursts remembering my first train

Bboy until death (x16)

Today I remember my first songs fondly
And in the mirror I see the gaze of that rascal
Who always had a marker in his pocket
Punished in the hallway for signing in class,
Today I remember my passion,
The years weigh, pass, and many are no longer here
A shoutout to A2C and now Jake Mate go,
And now I'm amazed by the anark spray
And reading graffiti from Craig Castleman from Tetuan
And how many casualties I've seen in your hip hop ranks,
Bboy on and off following another pop trend,
It's the revenge of the grandmother,
Who got stuck with the peace and love vibe from the old school,
And I'll keep looking for loops in old funk records
And I'll keep feeling the blues, like ....
And in the nursing home I'll be the coolest rapper
I'll keep sequencing with a tracker even if it sounds like crap,
And if Alzheimer's makes me forget my songs
I'll still be the fucking king of improvisations
And I'll bring the bar style to the nursing home,
Camilo's grandson always faithful to vinyl,
I see myself playing in the basement,
Beatboxing with my buddies,
If I don't cough or my dentures don't come off,
Writing my name on the wall even if it's with chalk,
And I'll tell my grandchildren battles acapella,
I'll be an old school grandpa

Bboy until death