POETA

Today I came to speak frankly as usual
Seeing that I have the tension while the Sun shines on me
Sitting with a pencil, some alcohol
I realize that I am beyond being just a writer

Because, I don't write just to pass the time
If I don't have the necessary pain or argument
To tell you all the shit I have inside
And that I won't be able to heal until the day I'm dead

I was wrong, I thought I had recovered you
But time has passed and I have changed, have you noticed?
There are nights I still dream that I'm by your side
And I wake up and realize all that I have failed

Time always heals everything, as Homer says
That's why when rappers arrive, take off your hat
I'm real, brother, not an adventurer
The whole country knows it and the foreign bandits

For every criminal act, I have a song
I don't write with my mind, I write with my heart
That's why I sound in the corners and in the pavilion
And in the ghetto they paint my face on any wall

These rappers know this is reality
We are too old to believe in your Instagram stories
Don't let anyone sell you fish as caviar
If they can't walk the walk, they can't analyze me

When I arrived in the village, mom congratulated me
But dear, I haven't forgotten that dream
I'm still the same kid you raised
Look how beautiful life is, the turns it took

Now I take those rappers on vacation
With one of my songs
They can't stop my lyrics
If the tongue clearly understands what my lyrics propose
There won't be any options left for any other poet

For poet I am
For poet the true one
Who always sang to all the Barderos
For poet I am
For poet the 'H'
Who always sang to all the junk

For poet I am
For poet the true one
Who always sang to all the Barderos
For poet I am
For poet the H
Who always sang to all the junk