Noches Perdidas

this
yes-yes-yes-yes
hip hop
music
yes-yes-yes-yes
to listen
to feel
the dance of the neurons
yes yes yes hip hip-hop
you you aha let's go you
listen to me
Look, when a truth is real, it never has multiple versions
(never)
There are few reasons to question, and few have reasons
between question marks, there will always be the man
who is supported by many, loved, and has earned a name
there is nothing that surprises me anymore, everything is for an interest
there is not much difference between you and your Mp3
everything is upside down, even the clock of the soul
from the return to savagery, you embark and do not release your anchor
you establish a zone of peace with a clear mind, in bad times
put on a good face, no!! in bad times, a lot of good
for many, love always comes with a subject,
a ticket, and inanimate objects, it is proven
that it buys pain, everything is already a luxury, another
flow of this city, I emerge from this reality, to deny it is
cowardice, I know it is not the most beautiful, not even in dreams, but it is
mine, the days come, go, and leave bars and gray hairs
until the sun loses the desire to peek through your window
and the bed becomes a world heading towards emptiness dedicated
to the traveler who was much more than my uncle
We have become cold, anger leads us, there is no weapon
that kills a man if there is no other to use it
The cemetery without crosses continues to swallow lives
that die looking for a change and end up in the belly
of an animal, with sharp teeth called a shark
Clarification: there are terrestrial ones!
It is depressing how people deceive themselves and take away death's
pleasure of using the scythe
The planet bathes in blood, mothers grow hysterical
their children are breastfed with the breast of misery
happiness suffers from uncontrollable anemia
In my village, it flashes less than a disposable camera
It's so unpleasant what is happening, some eat
..... and others enjoy watching, if the people are honest
and the government is corrupt, the order of factors does alter
the product

/This is the song of the lost nights/x4

Another lost night among words and concerns
I discovered that without me, it's like a sky without clouds
that I could be better, but today I repeat excitedly (what thing?)
blessed be the blows that life has given me for being clumsy
I have been accused of not studying, but to be
honest, you don't need to have 12 degrees
My friend has listened without concepts
School level never defines feelings
I am not perfect, (no-no-no-no), lawyers neither (neither)
and today being natural is like being a crazy guy
The car of bitterness turned on the lights
and its dim light covered the avenue of my doubts
Ignorance is exposed in the eyes of the new generations
who do not know what peace is, because drugs and other sh*t
like the dollar did harm, now their human part does not
work, convulsing when you have to hear my version of the story
because it's as real as an unedited trauma video
I will stop talking when I feel like it
life is a prison where pain picks us up when it arrives
the blood lines congest with alcohol
Money is the control of the lack of control (Did you hear?)
I know it sounds strong (ha ha) Yes, or put some damn
in the village (what?) carrying out (what?) their own battle of ideas (We left)

/This is the song of the lost nights/x4

I believe.............................................
Better not tell you anything