Esperando Mi Tren (con maede kds)

It's another story, another truth among the blurry paths of this city. It's Maese KDS, and it's Nach Scratch in storyteller mode. You know, yeah, look inside.

I use my verses as wings and thus cross the sky, guiding the crap out there, that's why I search in here. The answer to an unanswered question, always with an honest look. The rhythm dances embraced with my exposed word. With a clear conscience when I look at the coffin, proud of the feats of my youth. My health deteriorates, but doesn't yours?. I keep my pack alert like a wolf when it howls. My pen light as a feather, while my stomach fasts and my money disappears.

I keep you restless like a child without a nanny in his crib, like lost in the mist of the lagoon. I work as a messenger under the moonlight, and if luck allows me, I might reach her. As a kid, lying down, I looked at the stars, and now I look down; here I want to leave my mark. I have my reasons to stay active in this intensive course of how to stay alive.

I breathed toxic air, but didn't get poisoned, and connected my mind to the world in a second like the internet. I saw history books, Pinochet's apprentices, and wrote to adversaries like Vince Carter on the court. And what would this microphone say about me if it spoke?, what would that God think of me if he listened to me? Maybe it's because he exists and hears me every morning, and that's why the bastard makes me pay dearly.

I want to change the world from zero to infinity. Damn money, I hate you and need you. I was never a superman in the fight, nor was I super clean in the shower. I know mine listen to me, and maybe that's the only thing that makes me feel good. Respected like the amen of Jerusalem, drums and boxes here in my temple, transporting me to Eden. While only on the platform I keep waiting for my train. Dude, are you waiting with me?.

And so I spend my days, waiting for my train. With a lost gaze between the tracks, waiting for my train. Nights too cold, waiting for my train. Now I think about what you said, waiting for my train.

I unfold my verses, unfold my wings, unfold my feet from the ground in pursuit of a reality that doesn't come and that I long for. And I decide to jump into the void of another blank page. I close my eyes looking inside, searching for truths in the sky, and I have no answers other than the sound of my guts. Today I bring feelings that blow with the wind, that flow with the water and that not even time dissipates. Today I am aware of myself, no longer observing the stars. I walk looking down, here I want to leave my mark.

I search for reasons within my head, and with my friend sadness, I console myself among joints and beer bottles, and I am certain that everything will go wrong. I want to get out of this spiral. I look for a spring, I wait for a sign, I have to escape far from this place. I don't resign myself, there has to be something else, and in the end I end up stumbling like a drunk through the city. It's my truth, I dream that my dreams don't end when I wake up. And I would never bet on myself, because wherever I am, I feel like a stranger. I live in the land of men, and here there are no more troubles than money.

Like a lamb among wolves, like an angel in hell, in a can't-have-it-all my days go by. I long for old utopias, I whistle melodies. With a lost gaze between the tracks of this station, my heart withers and hope caught the previous train. Time slips away from me, doubt holds me hostage and I know nothing is going well. While on the platform I keep waiting for my train, are you waiting with me?