Dedicado

Dedicated! to those who do what they feel.
Dedicated! to those who never lie.
Dedicated! to those who live slowly.
Dedicated! to LBC.
Dedicated! to rapaz, and sacred alliance.
Dedicated! to the skaters of A.L.I, who have always trusted me.
Dedicated! to my Juan and King Zin-Zan, and the mafia of San Juan.

New world order, it's the reality of every day, Nach Scratch hasn't died yet, who was laughing?, you must know that I'm not afraid of anything, life is a second, a snap of the fingers. Turn off those lights, I need darkness, light is a hindrance, it distorts the truth. Lie down on your bed, think about your life, how many times have they crushed you in a situation?, accustomed to city speed, and there are people who pass fleetingly by my window and I wonder if there are eyes behind those sunglasses, walking like robots, automatons out of control, like dolls on the asphalt being manipulated. I live frustrated like an innocent behind bars, everyone complains, asks for help, but when the neighbor is in trouble people stay silent. What are you running after? man, what is your dream? then why are you standing still?, do what you feel you are the only owner, I don't teach you, I'm not your teacher, I'm just a normal guy fighting to live better, that's all I said, with rap I feel alive, and I thank God for having these friends who are mine.

Chorus:
I want to live from a deep feeling, fuck the world, life is a second. I'm tired of being a dying spirit, I want to live fully, life is a second, I'm tired of feeling like I'm sinking and sinking, fuck the world, life is a second. That's how it is, fight for yourself and for yourself, life is a second and that's how I want to live. That's how it is, fight for yourself and for yourself, life is a second and that's how you should live.

For every rhyme I write I break down a hundred mental walls, that's how I live and who cares how I live, life is not even a day, not even a second, only deep feelings fill me with peace, and if I do the opposite in front of you and you heard it, I ask for a thousand apologies, I was wrong. Some live in cardboard boxes, others live in mansions, some live on illusions and others have balls. I don't want diamonds, I don't want pearls either, I don't want to do evil, or harm to have them, maybe it's the humanity and greed of this world, life is, everything changes quickly and immediately. Your wounds open, you ask questions about things you didn't know, why, it's both a comedy and a drama, that's how the scene goes, no one beats around the bush. Looking for paradise in this jungle of cement and traffic lights, and people who seem dead, don't insist, here no one will open the door of their home to you, talking about a first world that I can't find, I wonder where I belong, in this damn world this is what I deserve and I see that I don't learn, that I don't progress, that I don't grow, it seems that I have, all the evils I suffer, you see, you see, everything goes wrong for you, you see those people putting the streetlight in the outskirts of the department store? and God, where is he? no wonder I can't find him, nowadays he dresses in green and lives in people's pockets, and time hurts, and the years go by, your best friends become strangers.

I want to live from a deep feeling, life is a second. I'm tired of being a dying spirit, I want to live fully, life is a second, I'm tired of feeling like I'm sinking and sinking, fuck the world, life is a second. That's how it is, fight for yourself and for yourself, life is a second and that's how I want to live. That's how it is, fight for yourself and for yourself, life is a second and that's how you should live.

Dedicated! to expression.
Dedicated! to my right arm Fran, and those who are with me.
Dedicated! to FM and my buddy Miguel Angel.
Dedicated! to SFDK.
Dedicated! to the high school, the drop that fills, keeps the rhyme in shape.
Dedicated! to budú, nailing needles of knowledge.
Dedicated! to Flok. Dedicated! to the sensis of this country, do the same as you have felt so far.