Pensando En El Dream

Pods, gangstas
They steal, they kill
Hustle, business, sales
Mari, coke, pasta
Money is not enough
There is no shortage of problems
There is no ceiling, there is no even
My flow is enough for me

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm good, sometimes I'm bad
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Answer my questions
Peque of saving the garbage (peque of saving the garbage)

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm good, sometimes I'm bad
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Answer my questions
Peque of saving the garbage (peque of saving the garbage)

What they throw at me, they lived and live their life at school
The street didn't know him
Sequences, falls, left consequences in my mind
And now they torment my days'
The guachos have free rein to spread the filth
Selling, taking, looking for a way out
Praying to Mary, eating food

I'm looking to win, like a black guy in Detroit
Simple, no plan, normal, what is there?
I have poison in my voice
Sentenced to a million like Pau
Fine flow like a phone in capital
Lead is common in the mess
This flow is neither clean nor blem, although it is delicious like a blunt
I'm just looking for blues in the bank

And how can they not say that I am the king of this shit (Duki)?
Lifting these bars is like being Arturo
And take the sword out of the stone
I move so much that I choked the puppeteer with his rope
They throw beef and don't remember
I take out their plate even if they bite me, yeah

Wanting to wear expensive brands
Knowing that I come from a land in crisis
But how could I not dress them if I always chose what was difficult?
Creating culture, talking to you about clothes
De joint, again' releases
Showing the flows'
Like when we learned new tricks on the bike

You-You-I had to get the best wine from my reserve
If I wanted to rap with Milo
That when I work with a professional man
I don't usually get a simple answer: 'We did it'
Anti-hologram rap, Milo records it
And I enroll the grams, wow
It's like I take you out to play LeBron
When you were in the stands sitting, uh

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm good, sometimes I'm bad
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Answer my questions
Peque of saving the garbage (peque of saving the garbage)

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm good, sometimes I'm bad
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Answer my questions
Peque of saving the garbage (peque of saving the garbage)

Even though I keep fighting with both parts of me
Dying, killing, escaping I got out
The rope shaking, I didn't fall
Let them ask, I answer singing
Breaking currents, rising, falling
Breaking the rules, the traps stare
Memories, forgetfulness, evil lurking

They can't lie to me
I have errors to complete
More questions to answer
More places to be
More hell than protesting
More chasms between me and myself
But there's no time to stumble anymore
I lock the bad in one place, oh

I am a warrior and if necessary I will even fight without a sword
I have the armor ready and the words reloaded
We destroy everything, negative thinking does not stop us
I want the crown raised

The enemy is watching, but, daddy, there's no play
Much less prepared
I can perceive the fear, it can be seen in his eyes
But seeing the enemy I'm seeing my own face

Looking for flowers in the chalas
I could see a present in tomorrow
I didn't even think about fame
I just want to see my mom smile
I remember when they challenged me
For not understanding that the street was bad
Many people supported me
But the police got the better of me

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm good, sometimes I'm bad
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Answer my questions
Little to put away the garbage
(Small of saving the garbage)

Pods, gangstas
They steal, they kill
Hustle, business, sales
Mari, coke, pasta
Money is not enough
There is no shortage of problems
There is no ceiling, there is no up
My flow is enough for me