Sagrada Familia

From Paseo del Otero I went to an orphanage
On Sagrada Familia street, cocaine and jaco
I moved to the village to get away from the neighborhood
I returned to Paseo del Otero at sixteen years old

I have two stars in the sky watching over me
One is Begoña's, the other is Rosario's
Don't mix me with God, put Tomas the devil
I'm not proud of having smoked horse

On the verge of fainting, I felt alive
Now I have to remember all my sorrows when I write
Bite like a Stamford with incisive fangs
I'm fucking underground rap without a condom

Calm down, I'm not resentful, I'll lend you a cigarette
Even if you failed me and weren't a good friend

It's always good to have those I consider enemies close
He who speaks ill of you to another, will speak the same to you

I've lost so many things, few I miss
It's been so long since I've seen my mother, I don't even remember her face
You think it doesn't hurt me? It's a stab
But with one stab I would kill myself to not remember her

I can't mess up, I have to get out of this
I can't fail myself, ruin my talent
Although drugs are an oasis in the desert
Juanito, please, you've been clean for too long

I speak in the first person, not about what others do
They're wrong, they want to be like us. I don't feel like an example, I feel like a weirdo
Because I didn't have gifts on my birthday

You learn over the years that people are interested
I don't have coke and only Ivan calls me
When you're itching, everyone says 'I'll pay you tomorrow'
But they've seized my account and no one has given me anything

They suck up to me because I don't dance to their tune
A hug for Euros, I hope he gets out soon
My old man sponsored me when I had nothing
And I've learned that nothing is more reliable than a tana

I spend the morning looking forward to dying
To meet my father, I have so much to tell him

I only have bad memories and scars
That won't go away no matter how much I sniff
Have some balls
Add more pollen

They live on the same street where I went to school
Weed from cramones
Colorful little pills
But the future is dark and it may get worse

I bring flowers to the cemetery to our Lady of the Angels
I'm one of the few who ask for five and split ten
I used to play chess with my father

I learned that this time winning wasn't about knowing how to lose
It seems like yesterday when the gothic was earth
Now it's artificial grass, I feel melancholic

I raise the price if the bud is hydroponic
My mental peace is in a chaotic state
I'm a chronic patient
A former junkie

A compulsive smoker of little Cronin joints
I know about sales points without WhatsApp, without a phone

If I pay you tomorrow
You pay and leave, okay
In 2014 I started taking it seriously
To value what I do but not to set a price

I used to like it
Now I despise it
My pen doesn't write
My darkest thoughts do

Give time time because it will definitely betray you
I distanced myself from drugs
I distanced myself from people
Who didn't give a shit

The monkey doesn't forgive
I've recorded with people I now call pussies
Envy poisons them

Juan was one of the first to call to do a song
No interest, just true friendship
And I treat him like a brother, not a shitty rapper

I throw disses for those who dare
For those who dare
Now kids talk about growing up without knowing what it entails

They talk about loyalty while cheating on their partner
They talk about freedom, those who have never been behind bars

I'm from the street, not a private school
This life is easy, we've made it complicated
There was no Corte Inglés
We stole in Camprados

There was nothing to eat, we ravaged wherever we went
Thanks to everyone who has ever caught me with drugs
You talking about ruin seems like a joke

If your parents pay for the house, the internet, the coke
I'm my last call option like a McDonald's

And you think fame brings money
You're so confused, I only feel others' hatred
I don't want fame and money for you
I want to wake up with my dark-haired brunette

I embrace this loneliness, stretching out my arms
I walk on quicksand because I never move forward

I prefer to find someone to lend me money than work
At twenty-six, almost caught up in the mess