Ruido

I don’t write, I just close up wounds, phrases are my cure
After each one, I stitch it up and sew
I jumped from this pit to the heights
And now that I’m famous, there’s no rest in every doubt

I live chasing birds, tightening bolts
I open my eyes just in case there are spies nearby
I raise my bet every day, like in a casino
While I write love letters to fate

And I know that, for looking over the edge, I paid a price
No one prayed if someone else stumbled on the trapeze
I don’t trust the cold dealings of commerce
Everyone, for their share, gives up their seat to the fool

And no, I’m not that dirty, I appreciate those who put in the heart
Doesn’t matter if they’re last or in the lead
I’m talking about the kids, from neighborhoods without flowers and smelling like pollen
Of wise guys who know everything without stepping in school

I grabbed my pen and flew, I’m what I remembered
Rap for love: I die and kill for it
There are also trips to Cali, from Paris to Miami
Some Armani suit, nominated for Grammys, but whatever!

All that is secondary, I’d rather travel through centuries
While dodging the technocrat and his henchmen
Black Mirror, addicted to the circus, yeah, bro
It’s the danger of turning on the screen and closing a book

(I only hear noise)
(I only hear noise)
(I only hear noise)
(I only hear noise)

I can’t eat or sleep easy
They scream at once, I only hear noise
Out there they want to sell me poison
While they keep me entertained

I can’t eat or sleep easy
Behind that wall, many enemies
They’re pointing at me for being
A puppet that wanted to break its strings

I don’t rap, I strip the verse down, almost like sex
An alphabet and seven notes as an annex
They’re my links with every mind I meet
If in mine, more than birds, you’ll find crows

I’m just a servant of the beat
You’re still a loyal friend if you hit repeat
Don’t lie: I know you also want to beat even Morpheus
And carve your names on the trophy

But it’s not possible without sweat or sacrifice
You don’t learn the lesson
I bled ink in this crypt, until dawn
It’s not an option to stop in the middle of the road
Dog of delirium, my rap is my fire, my chemo

My romance with stars and comets
They want me to fulfill what I promise
They prefer a thug over a poet. I accept it
Not everyone looks beyond the smoke. And what am I gonna do?

So many men who, for pleasure, play you
So many kids want to be Amancio Ortega
And so, endlessly: More sawdust than neurons, I see them sail
Your king, to me, is a jester, just any clown

I look to Olympus, the gods of Hip Hop
Unbeaten creators, without egotism
You seek truths and there are only abysses
You look for a hero, but it’s in yourself

I can’t eat or sleep easy
They scream at once, I only hear noise
Out there they want to sell me poison
While they keep me entertained

I can’t eat or sleep easy
Behind that wall, many enemies
They’re pointing at me for being
A puppet that wanted to break its strings

I can’t eat or sleep easy
They scream at once, I only hear noise
Out there they want to sell me poison
While they keep me entertained

I can’t eat or sleep easy
Behind that wall, many enemies
They’re pointing at me for being
A puppet that wanted to break its strings