Cuantas Veces?

How many more times will you step
Shit believing your luck will increase?
Slap goes, slap comes
And with great difficulty you reach the ring
And you have the nerve to celebrate

You laugh at wandering aimlessly
And you think it's all a stumble
That's how many people win and lose
You're getting confused
The most cocky with the most insane

You'll end up being
The one they kick out of the bar for being a fool
Or you'll end up closing that bar
Convincing the two, three
Drunks left
That the baton wasn't made to poke

It's said a penny is better
Than your miserable whim
That a peso is worth more
Than any means to an end
Sinking because of a big mouth
Is more foolish than leaving with a big mouth
Between love and power, I don't bargain
I shoot because it's my turn

You'll end up being
The one they kick out of the bar for being a fool
Or you'll end up closing that bar
Convincing the two, three
Drunks left
That the baton wasn't made to poke

Running out of questions
Is no longer a golden dream
But in not answering them, your rogue side flourishes
Even so, it's very clear to you
That one is the master
Of what is said and the slave of what is kept silent