Atrapado Aquí

I'm trapped here
Sun brought me wounds
Gotta survive
They step on you to be better

Clique, clique knows around
Who we are and how much it cost
Let no one come to say
Because no one gave it to us

Flying among the clouds with a beer in hand, yeah
I look at you like God from a very distant place, yeah
I don't sell grams, my brothers don't go loaded
But if they did, we wouldn't tell you either
We try to make a living with what they sing
Knowing there won't be a pension when I'm old
At this healthy pace, I should be vegan
But the meat is in me, like some other sin
We enter your ear with urban musical form
Pack every room, die every week
Never mind sister, don't think about tomorrow
I have a joint in my mouth and a voice like Kultama
I'm the protagonist of the movie, floating around the island
With mud on my sneakers, with my face in the magazine
Without wanting a girlfriend, with a joint, with the views
They don't call me a terrorist anymore, Jerry, I'm an artist
And dancehall in life that doesn't explode
On the way, a lot of wine, little nap
A lot of rock in the forest
Many taking advantage, deceived submerged in protests
Music from the land, music from the saint
Make room for me in your memory that you're wasting
I'm not savoring the moment of glory
And everything tastes like crap like what I'm smoking

I'm trapped here
Sun brought me wounds
Gotta survive
They step on you to be better

Clique, clique knows around
Who we are and how much it cost
Let no one come to say
Because no one gave it to us

When I come back it's glorious, I'm the miracle
In the face of a child, that child I no longer talk about
I don't know where I spend the night, a woman, her lips
With her, I'm the devil but then I fill stadiums
Several buddies, they're not buddies, it's all good
Nowadays I don't give a damn, I'm just fine
I have no doubts, today I know who's who
Many of you stuck to me, my shit smells good
I'm over you too, today I'm not catching a train
I'm going to America where I can do more with a hundred
My old lady is hysterical because she sees me very zen
But she knows I'm hot oil in the pan
Artistic gene, my father is a phenomenon
Defeated by the country punishes freelancers
That's how the government maintains the classes but calm down dad
I'll screw them over, promised
I'm still alive and when I'm not, I won't forget
I'll watch you from above while my sounds play
And the phone rings, my bros have succeeded
I have weed and moans can be heard in the room

Ego trip, eh, ego trip, ego ego trip
Ego trip, eh, ego trip, ego ego trip
Ego trip, eh, ego trip, ego ego trip
Ego trip, eh, yeah

I'm trapped here
Sun brought me wounds
Gotta survive
They step on you to be better