Fuera de Juego

The Main Man is in the house, eh
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Yeah, yes
Yah, ja

When I decide to speak, when I take the floor
I draw perfections on the same board
There are snipers aiming at my back
And I'm just praying to see if God saves me

How many are left at the time of the last paths?
I won't forget who walked with me
Even if I had them alive, my destiny would be different
Discreet like the Pope to do it right

You have to come around here, I come from an Argentine neighborhood
Confident, for me giving it to this beat is a challenge
I've left my nest and now I'm free
Five years have passed far from the darkness

I live with evil, I say it with authority
I need years of forgiveness to be able to live in peace
I've seen more than you can imagine
That's why I suffer from insomnia, I can't find peace

It's so hard, three joints for when I wake up
And one more for when I'm rapping and start running
So much that I feel like Diego Armando raising the cup and celebrating
When I pass by the corner I feel my adrenaline increase

I don't look in case the cops are watching, I feel like they're watching me like that
I see them double-parking
I like to be a bandit in the scene to keep hitting the box
In this house we always work and then we celebrate and relax

I come from the lower class, giving classes in all the decks
The shotgun inside the holster so no one gets confused
At home the first and the second
It can fail, but that card never

I keep going with my buddies carrying our guilt
The street is a good tool to toughen you up
I am grateful for everything I've lived
And I know that if I die now, my work is done

But before that I have to fulfill a couple of goals
And they are not material things to fill this void
I want her here with me, may God bring her back just for a while
To give her a long kiss to get through the bitter drink

Because since she's gone, my soul doesn't rest
I analyzed my life and threw it on a scale

And only my poems remain for this cold night
For people who don't sleep because the police are around
I went out in the early morning in search of some food
I ended up beaten alone inside the police station

And only my poems remain for this cold night
For people who don't sleep because the police are around
I went out in the early morning in search of some food
I ended up beaten alone inside the police station, for real

Blessings for the poor
The Main Man is in the house
This is not music, it's a drug