Santo Grial

I lost all respect for money
Rapping with this damn style, I doubt you can
I go out with red eyes to make the hustle happen
It's hard not to dream if I sleep in silk sheets

I have a great condition, eleven years of vocation
Pure 90s kid, leader of the generation
I have a soul more than free for some relationship
I have a gun in the glove compartment in case someone wants action

I am devoted to the cobweb
It's a closed circle, no strange people are accepted
We walk at night with hoodies and balaclavas
We have a bad reputation and some tricks

Tomorrow will be too late
Here they hit where it hurts and blood will always hurt
Tomorrow, don't come looking for me
Here they left me alone and I had to pull through alone

The street keeps talking to me always when it gets late
I never tell the details, they can judge me from above
And even if someone fails me, I stayed, even when there was no one
White smoke is in the air, don't ask me to come down

Yeah
Honest money is not enough in this life
That's why everyone is always on the move
At thirteen in my house, the fridge without food
Dad lost in the USA, that left me wounds

I grew up close to my cousins, at my grandparents' house
December and its posadas, sleepovers on the floor
Shooting competitions, rifle throwing bottles
The sky is far away, I wanted to be a star

Promise of a beautiful life, then I feel not so much
I almost threw away my childhood, my mother shedding tears
The night gave me confidence, protected by its cloak
We all tattooed Christs, but no one has been a saint

I think: When I sing, I will share all I know
I see crosses in the city, but not out of good faith
I think someone else left, couldn't say goodbye
I know the subject very well, that's why I'm going to smile

Everything you can, let your soul drink
From this elixir you don't know, so come and try
In my race, all firm, we don't want new faces
Don't come close for the bad or we'll make bullets rain

There's a storm in this night, travel carefully
Those who wish me ill, I pray to the Virgin
I'm the same with more money and more tattoos
I learned to fight for mine, nothing came to me sitting down

The street keeps talking to me always when it gets late
I never tell the details, they can judge me from above
And even if someone fails me, I stayed, even when there was no one
White smoke is in the air, don't ask me to come down