Amor

I don't self-exclude, nor self-discriminate
I know it doesn't feel right, when I walk by your side
You have such fine manners, it's clear you're vulgar
And you only try to appear as a better person
I wanted to ask you? how does it feel to be, that being
With whom you have nothing to do
And also put, a series of phrases in your mouth
That don't fit with what is not obvious at first sight
Your only truth is that everything is a lie
And that anyone who admires your stance is a big idiot
Because those who look down on others
Stay on the surface, don't touch the depth and how deep
Can a human being be,
Who meticulously leaves a hand in the air
And how clean is the one who earns a lot,
If to earn it has to play dirty, look buddy
Do you have money? ok congratulations
Do you have a car, do you smell good? ok congratulations
Don't try to humiliate me by treating me from afar
Because every day, you're closer to a good little punch
I allow myself to be ignored, not to be stepped on
Don't believe everything that's said about me
That the commentators are lately unemployed and
Eager to tarnish records
And although my outfit, doesn't fit, in your party attire
It won't make my forehead lower and be ashamed of my tattoo
Relax your little eyes don't fit me please
I don't steal ornaments, look at me as a bearer of love
Love for my family, love for what's right,
Love for the color of skin, we carry inside
Love for a feeling, not for registered trademarks
Love for love, not love for something that is nothing
And it's that nothing, has such a great value,
When with so little we feel important
So stick your greeting where it fits best
I know who I am, let those who don't know it deal with it!

And how much I have and how much I'm worth,
How much I'm worth that depends on what I appear to be
Monetarily there is but how wrong people are,
As if I'm going to keep being the same as always
Come closer, come, don't let them tell you
Not so cowardly, not so brave I
Not so different, not so ordinary
Aldo just simply

I am a natural mystery, sir such
From a place there that tries to be happy like many
Let's see why they want to change me
If I'm neither a refrigerator nor Russian
It's that they want *** tomorrow I could be a bus
Life takes more turns than the old m3
Change your cloud, stop the abuse
And don't spit up anymore because you can get wet later

And although my appearance
The monkey doesn't fade
I'm going to keep being like this if that's how my mom wants me
Someday I'll prove that I'm not bad at all
So they can stick their finger where the sun doesn't shine
Your words are searching, stick them up your ass
Your fine bitch stick it stick it up your ass
Your wrong ideas stick it up your ass for fun
Like a surfin in his office and shitting gold golfi

I'm not what I seem I'm different from the rest
I like rap, rum, and basketball
I'm more honest than you a million times
Who act kindly only when it suits them
Moral disputes among old whores grow
Unsatisfied pussies who haven't enjoyed for months
Gossips who get angry because the one on the second floor is fifteen
And her husband milks her
So entertain yourself with life that didn't clarify
The helm on the balcony and the phone in hand
And talk about others because there's nothing else to do
If the husband is snoring and doesn't want to put it in
Appearances, no one is sincere now everything is
Convenience and for money
I want to remind you that even if you dress in silk
You will always be a worker's dining tablecloth
Tell me but what's wrong with being like this
In defending what we feel if we feel happy
That's why I download all the black from this country
That to enter a white house you don't make the berry

There are police out there who get drunk don't be surprised
And they feel like dancing and touching men, then
They don't remember the next day
And excuse me but for me that's homosexuality

I imagine you sitting in your seat
And I feel like taking a shit
And asking for your tie
To clean what's left between my ass and the hairs
And then as if nothing put it on your own neck
Yeyo I already flee from it
To avoid a problem and your chanchuyo
Because the day you have the bun turned 180 degrees
I'm going to give you the piano that Chucho Valdés has played
I've always been out of step wherever I've been
And I've shown everywhere that Aldo hasn't changed
Bye fish we'll catch each other wherever
That even though your scales shine I know your ciguatera

And how much I have and how much I'm worth,
How much I'm worth that depends on what I appear to be
Monetarily there is but how wrong people are,
As if I'm going to keep being the same as always
Come closer, come, don't let them tell you
Not so cowardly, not so brave I
Not so different, not so ordinary
Aldo just simply

Don't deny so much water that the past is thirsty
Tomorrow goes by car tomorrow who knows on foot

It's up to you and your conscience, keep living off appearances...