Palabra de Honor (feat. DeeJohend y SpreadLof)

Hyperactive kids fighting until they fail
Hyperactive kids, fighting until they fail
Like the October moon, the May sun
You're scared of what I rap, imagine what I keep silent
Madrid's swagger, Medellin's magic

Adults with their ghosts walking down the road
With clouded conscience and such an empty soul
Left a mark but not as they wanted
And me alone with my cigarette waiting for the prophecy

Without permission like the battery
If you grew up like we did, you bless a new day
Your plan is a bass drum snare
With a cold beer
And if there are problems, you call a brother, not the police

Things clear, drugs gave wings, but they lead to a hole when you no longer control them
Few would get you out of there and if you come out of that grave for real, cousin, you've got balls

There were vices that turned into virtues
Bro, don't listen to those voices, they just want you to doubt
I see my demons on Saturday nights
I cling to my faith and have coffee with God on Mondays

And we've seen ourselves on our knees after sinning
The ashtray and the cigarette butts dance for loneliness
Sobriety is hard, but much harder is never finding peace

Lost in so much war, your mind is not you
I know it terrifies you, but whatever you do, you'll end up underground
Dream and live, work to be better

And change the clock's sand for stones
Because if not, time passes quickly and you'll lose half your life submerged under traffic
You're more than that panic, enjoy the moment because breathing is magical

Now you understand what I'm saying
You're with me, I'm with you
We share what we've lived
We have more stories than a beggar's cart

Cousin, now you understand what I'm saying
You're with me, I'm with you
We share what we've lived
We have more stories than a beggar's cart

I say what I feel just in case
Although everything I say will be used against me
Lawyer, judge, and witness
In the same case

My case, where I come from, if I lose, I bounce back
We weren't born to lose
If we play, there's no tie
No need for light to see when your heart beats
Routine and stress, the curve is a skid, no clouds for this one

The kids from the park who sold grudge
Raised in alleys, studies, ink, and alcohol
Hand in hand, hand in hand, blood pact and honor
The quality of a sad man is to spread love (Spread lof)

Now you understand what I'm saying
You're with me, I'm with you
We share what we've lived
We have more stories than a beggar's cart

Cousin, now you understand what I'm saying
You're with me, I'm with you
We share what we've lived
We have more stories than a beggar's cart