Días Grises

Cry for what,
If I already know that
My sky is gray.
My life is so sad
Like my phrases. phrases,
Happy moments are like flashes. flashes,
I come from low classes, I seek peace,
Aces in a deck. luck doesn’t fit my profile.
More than a thousand MCs are on my tail.
Cups look like wells.
There’s no joy,
No kisses or hugs,
Generally speaking, I roll like the king. no king,
I’m a king without a throne,
The last monkey.
In the garden of hip hop, I’m out of tune.
I sound, I give good tones,
It’s useless, our fertilizer,
I don’t collect because the wind plants me.
Call the wind to keep dreaming.
If I have talent, like, I’m talented.
Tell me how, tell me when is my moment.
Give me hope to ease the suffering.

Tell me what good it did to dream,
If to fulfill it, time runs out.
Tell me what good is talent,
If I have nothing and I’m dying inside.
Tell me what good dreaming did for me,
Tell me what good is talent,
If I have a cry in my pocket
And in my soul, just suffering.

The more I sing,
The more I lie to myself.
I’m a fool, from a hundred percent
I only get ten percent.
Sick of counting,
Make it count.
Scarce talent,
Stumbles and steps, broken ties,
The drop fills the cup.
No hugs, even less kisses,
Waiting for good times
The blood gets poisoned,
I hit the brakes. my bag is full of sorrows,
Dirt in my pockets,
My poems, rap my ruin.
My mom doesn’t pamper me anymore,
There’s no branch to catch me.
While everyone sleeps
You can see me like I’m sick.
Chloroform in the form of fame.
Eternal hell.
For not sending it to hell
I don’t sleep,
I don’t live. active
Without my feet in the stirrup
I carry. I seek the light of hope
With the eagerness of a blind man.
I delegate, I renounce,
See you later.
What good did dreaming do
If succeeding was a false game.

Tell me what good it did to dream,
If to fulfill it, time runs out.
Tell me what good is talent,
If I have nothing and I’m dying inside.
Tell me what good dreaming did for me,
Tell me what good is talent,
If I have a cry in my pocket
And in my soul, just suffering.

Tell me what good it did to dream,
If to fulfill it, time runs out.
Tell me what good is talent,
If I have nothing and I’m dying inside.
Tell me what good dreaming did for me,
Tell me what good is talent,
If I have a cry in my pocket
And in my soul, just suffering.