Siéntete

Approach to think with me
Let's get out of this damn noise, please I ask
Lullabies to put a boy to sleep who hasn't fallen asleep yet
Remember I'm not like this, it was God and destiny

What a mess, dying while alive
Sometimes I feel time fast, other times I don't even look at it
Stubborn like me, I only obsess without reason
After my comfortable abandonment so drastic and excessive, I write

I don't seem like the same person in the photo
The expression of a half-broken face tires me and I notice it
I, ask myself for a vote of confidence

And touch the sky with my hands, feel me my voice, my tone
They, will bring you back for a while to the place where you matter
Tell them not to wait, that I won't arrive, it's my youth
Thousands of pleasures that I didn't earn, according to

Their way of seeing it, but I still don't care
This is like being in a well with a rope hanging
With nails and shit, which is your only salvation
Here with wars any infraction will be fixed
Call them that if you want for me it's a free decision

The music doesn't end in my living room
The stupid belief doesn't end
That you are not
That we are all creators of this situation
Whatever you believe it is, there is no option

Feel!
Love yourself as you are
They want to make me wake up from my laurels

I prefer to rap my life than to follow orders
From those who want nothing more than what suits them

Feel!
Love yourself as you are
They want to make me wake up from my laurels

I prefer to rap my life than to follow orders
From those who want nothing more than what suits them

The damn rush will kill my heart
So much was forgotten as if I remember the same pattern
The same record that I've seen in my behavior, in my tension
I wasn't completely ready in terms of my organization

Luxurious evenings, frustrating nights
Whole days out in another place, in another dimension
I looked beyond and there was nothing, it seemed like fiction
I don't know if the world is real or one of imitation

We are free, have clear your position
Reliefs on this sheet in the form of a sad song
I almost fly, but without almost the condition
It's if you want to fly, don't compare, life is not a competition

They say, I don't include myself in their collection
But they belong despite their great denial
Life back and forth the reason
Some return with a fist raised
Others, in depression, ask for compassion

Feel!
Love yourself as you are
They want to make me wake up from my laurels

I prefer to rap my life than to follow orders
From those who want nothing more than what suits them

Feel!
Love yourself as you are
They want to make me wake up from my laurels

I prefer to rap my life than to follow orders