Basado En Hechos Reales

It's my case, the story of a triumph and a failure
Streets where love becomes a scarce commodity
Nobody looks at anybody, nobody says a word
In the middle of August and I feel so cold
Empty, man, because people distrust
Because if you're honest, they kick you every day
Because those who deserve less always have more
Because the bastards laugh and the honest suffer
Because I can't be free if I don't harm anyone
Because those who do harm are still out on the street
And where I am, protected by mine
Peace to my buddy Fran, who got me out of more than one mess
And now I smile when I rummage through my memory
Memories of misery, memories of victory
Memories of those people who didn't give me a dime
I always stood up to those who wanted to kick my ass
Listen to this story, it's the story of my woes
It's my story, based on real events
And these are the things that happen on my skin
The days are short, I know
Life consumes itself unintentionally
And... This is the life I got to know
The nights are sad, you see
Reality overwhelms me and I don't know what to do
What can I do
It's always the same
The same street, the same park in the distance
I look at myself in a mirror and feel myself getting old
And the reflection of the sun in my eyes hurts
That's why I protect myself, I don't let them fool me
Give me a bit of your time, I'll give you a bit of mine
With my tool, the mic, I tell stories of things I've seen
Ghosts of the past breathe down your neck
And the most rotten things ever
Envious people who call themselves friends
Set traps, obstacles, empty pockets
Feet hurt when you walk
Alone against the world with nothing to lose
With the soul of a vagabond and a lot of rap to do
To not go crazy, to be able to grow
To vent in your ears is my greatest pleasure
One day I must disappear, and I know it's true
That no one will talk about me when I'm dead
But I have my story, there are many like it
Based on real events
And these are the things that happen on my skin
The days are short, I know
Life consumes itself unintentionally
And... This is the life I got to know
The nights are sad, you see
Reality overwhelms me and I don't know what to do
What can I do
It's been 23 years fighting against everything
It's been 23 years dragging myself in the mud
Trying to get out of this brutal reality
Of this damn life, you strive to fight it and it doesn't even flinch
And nothing ever changes, days are copies of each other
The same streets, the same faces
Always having little but giving a lot
Considered a madman but never listened to
Remembering people, situations, and places
Reviewing my life, based on real events
And these are the things that happen on my skin
The days are short, I know
Life consumes itself unintentionally
And this is the life I got to know
The nights are sad, you see
Reality overwhelms me and I don't know what to do
What can I do
It's always the same
The same street, the same park in the distance
I look at myself in a mirror and feel myself getting old
Remembering people, situations, and places
Reviewing my life, based on real events
It's always the same
The same street, the same park in the distance
I look at myself in a mirror and feel myself getting old
Remembering people, situations, and places
Reviewing my life, based on real events
It's always the same
The same street, the same park in the distance