Temer a Dios

Yeah-yeah-yeah
They told me: Grow up, man, you’re too old for this
Life is tough, go find a steady job (ey)
I didn’t get if they wanted to help me
I was just protecting myself in case they’d hurt me
I didn’t talk much, didn’t have that gift
What irony that in my days I’m always living a song (uh-uh)
I grew up locked away, I had a fear of God
I don’t speak much, and I don’t even like my voice
Many will say: What the hell are you talking about?
Those who hate work, what’s feeding them?
And my lord, I respond that I don’t sing
That I don’t have a big voice, but I got them singing
At this rate, I don’t know if I have talent
Or if I just learned to do something and keep doing it (yeah)
Every day I think about what we’re doing
For the desire to grow, we stop living

Vertigo, we’re judges and witnesses
Vertigo, and our own enemies
I know living can’t just be a punishment
And here I am, still searching for peace like a beggar
Vertigo, and I still don’t have the verdict
Vertigo, when did I become an addict?
When did I start wanting to be part of the conflict?
And now I scream and scream, and no one hears me

I know it seems like just a topic
And it seems to them like just rhymes
My rap doesn’t exist without the existential plane
It’s about trading something that’s not commercial (ey)
I know the message sometimes doesn’t get through
And what I’m trying to say gets lost in the poses
I hear you demanding that I break down
And say in my songs every pain that I feel
I don’t make rhymes that are striking or resonant
I don’t overthink, I say important things (uh-huh)
I swear to God that sometimes I hate being a singer
Sometimes I hate breathing, so I get sharp
Because in the end, a cage is just a cage
We’re prisoners of the desires of the soul
Because in the end, it’s not about money or fame
And each one carries their own drama on their back

Vertigo, we’re judges and witnesses
Vertigo, and our own enemies
I know living can’t just be a punishment
And here I am, still searching for peace like a beggar
Vertigo, and I still don’t have the verdict
Vertigo, when did I become an addict?
When did I start wanting to be part of the conflict?
And now I scream and scream, and no one hears me