Melancolia

In these times where there's hate all around, you can feel the

Jealousy everywhere

Bring back to me the melancholy that’s meant for you, the melancholy

For me, it’s remembering those days when there was peace and joy

If inspiration is here, then the words flow, they

Come to tell you what my hands write

I’m a prisoner of memories that slip away and force me

To let my tongue loose when my thoughts get sharp

Melancholy, don’t trap me yet, don’t destroy my joy

I have my soul in agony, aging with each day

And with more sorrows than joys

I survive in this jungle where empty minds abound

Praying is not too smart

If outside the church they don’t practice the beliefs of a believer

Being poor isn’t a synonym for incompetent, but some

Prefer to steal instead of study

Understand, man, that the cold war is in the neighborhoods and

What did you expect?

If money traps a man, he could even kill

To fill his piggy bank, they show their claws, sharpen their teeth

Not to your face, but behind your back, where they can’t see you

Friends come and go like ladies

If they succumb to the adversities, God knows where they’ll be

Everyone clings to an old past that won’t return

And I’m one of those melancholics in this city

Memories come, memories go, where are

The years of my childhood? I want to dream again

And not think of hate, lies, betrayal

This shell is lost, living without worry

Because life runs so fast and so insane

Why does the tyrant laugh? Why does the innocent cry?

Why are the poor prey to this environment?

Because some will use this excuse to follow criminals

Why doesn’t the sun shine? Why is there no joy?

Why do people lie? Why is there so much hypocrisy?

If the soul lives without memories, it’s like a blind man’s guide

The agony of this world brings me melancholy

I wander between the clear, the middle, and the dark

My emotional state was never secure

Love won’t return if this shell isn’t broken

I must forget and move on to keep that hope

I prefer trust over talking about faith

In rap, I’m still convicted, still addicted to smoke and coffee

I never had rules or a teacher when I had to learn

The spoiled kid in the room wishes to be that again

But the alarm rings, and I have to get up and hurry

Because if I’m late, they’ll kick me out

The pressure of being an adult hardens my flesh

Confronting and forgiving, and there’s nothing that calms this

Melancholy, you’ll be the one to bury me

I’d rather die young than let time take me down

With wrinkles, loneliness, and deep uncertainty

Knowing that everyone has left, they were with me out of habit

Friends come and go like ladies

If they succumb to the adversities, God knows where they’ll be

Everyone clings to an old past that won’t return

And I’m one of those melancholics in this city

Memories come, memories go, where are

The years of my childhood? I want to dream again

And I want to love again, touch, feel, think before my

End comes and I can’t go back

Why does life run so fast and so insane?

Why does the tyrant laugh? Why does the innocent cry?

Why are the poor prey to this environment?

Because some will use this excuse to follow criminals

Why doesn’t the sun shine? Why is there no joy?

Why do people lie? Why is there so much hypocrisy?

If the soul lives without memories, it’s like a blind man’s guide

The agony of this world brings me melancholy

Why does life run so fast and so insane?

Why does the tyrant laugh? Why does the innocent cry?

Why are the poor prey to this environment?

Because some will use this excuse to follow criminals

Why doesn’t the sun shine? Why is there no joy?

Why do people lie? Why is there so much hypocrisy?

If the soul lives without memories, it’s like a blind man’s guide

The agony of this world brings me melancholy

Memories come, memories go, where are the years of my childhood? I want to dream again.