La Mala Suerte

I went out wanting to make the metal sound
Catch up, lose that mental control
I never forgot the artisanal
I always carry it with me, that's fundamental

I go out smoking a joint, listening to a cumbia
To cheer up the day or at least make me dance
Because that way I forget about so much nonsense
I don't even want to remember where I've been
Or what I'm going to do tomorrow with my life

Bad luck is coming
It's the owner of the store when he closed the curtain
And watched me walking around the corner
Lurking around the block as if preparing a move

No wonder they made up so many causes for me
So the time came when I had to pause
If the bad life tires you out, break the whole balance
I played so much with the devil that now he's suspicious

That I never wanted to become his friend
I want him far away but he keeps watching
When I go out, when I dance, when I sing
When I write, when I sleep, he's in my dreams, day and night he's with me

I know well what I'm telling you
I don't need lyrics to write
The Mero Mero concentrates, just travels to another place
Like poets do and comes back with the dish ready, don't ask for the recipe

Sometimes I think my time is approaching
I look at God and ask him if I deserve so much
Is there no one who understands my mess?
Even in injury time, I keep playing

I have a black heart and a blank brain
I also have a world of sensations, like Sandro
I don't know if I'm happy but I'm trying
So when death comes for me, let it catch me rapping