Ciclo

I live, die, and resurrect
I live, die, and resurrect
I need to be in a bad place to write well
And fall again to continue the cycle

I live, die, and resurrect
I live, die, and resurrect, hey
Good and bad lives, draining phobias
Laughs and sorrows of an infinite loop

Everything happened quickly and my hands are empty
The words are carried by the breeze, the memories still hurt
I feel like I never could do everything I dreamed of one day
And losing faith, I walk towards where the letters guide me

Without a sense of time, without a destination
With the scar left by the path
Trying to be like what I rhyme
And asking forgiveness from those I hurt

Everything ended so suddenly
Inert hours
The fear of death came
I wish I could turn back time and kill giants where I saw windmills

If you don't fight, you won't get there
I repeat to not give up
Give everything without expecting
Like the calm the sea brings

Life is not about the brand of expensive clothes or a cell phone
All that is needed is to love, do good without looking
And return to everything that fills us
Break the chains, live the present

To drown those sorrows that poison us and fill us with fear
Shout what you feel
My peace is the absent look of Oedipus
Existence is for anyone, life only for the brave

And I get lost in the modern world
I know what it's like to dwell in hell
I leave my soul on my notebook
To wake them up, I hardly sleep anymore

I don't want to be the king of your party
It's enough for my message to be eternal
You keep dreaming of that Ferrari
That will never fill your inner void

Brother, I don't fit out there
I'm aware that this is not my era
That's why I know that the value my lyrics deserve will come after I die
And I look forward to that day with a bottle of rum and rap music
When death asks if we were happy in this fleeting race

And I want to answer with a yes, feel free from karma
And then be able to be reborn where I am only soul
Where there is no hatred, wars, or wounds
Where vanity doesn't chase us
Where nothing is imposed or prevented, where life truly begins

These are the songs I don't want my family or friends to hear
Horus expresses pain but Siulbert is just a common and fun guy
I tell my sorrows only because they help those who experience something similar
And sometimes I write them because I'm tired of rap

And what do you want me to say? I fell in love again and they played with me
A man selling drugs has the stability I can't achieve with my rap
And as if that weren't enough, the world I live in has me extremely depressed
There are people dying of obesity in countries with malnourished children

Do you think I care if they see me as the best rapper in Venezuela?
I would trade my talent just to spend another day with my grandmother
I'm tired of the cycle but I don't write well until my soul hurts
My oil has turned into watercolor

Let me in, I just want to save myself
Life is beautiful but this world is shit and now I know I can't change it
Internal problems like the Lakers and if it's not me, who the hell will help me?
I write this song before sleeping to see if one day it helps me wake up

Everything happened quickly and my hands are still empty
Her mistake wasn't lying to me, it was thinking I really didn't know
I feel like life is losing meaning every day
But I keep writing because that's how I turn my pains into poetry

I live, die, and resurrect
I live, die, and resurrect
I need to be in a bad place to write well
And fall again to continue the cycle

I live, die, and resurrect
I live, die, and resurrect, hey
Good and bad lives, draining phobias
Laughs and sorrows of an infinite loop

I live, die, and resurrect
I live, die, and resurrect, hey
Good and bad lives, draining phobias
Laughs, sorrows, an infinite loop

I live, die, and resurrect
I live, die, and resurrect
I need to be in a bad place to write well
And fall again to continue the cycle