Urbanología

The science out there
When you don't know what to say, I'll say it for you
Urbanology, the street and its flashes
Lives with the noose around their neck, and it's

There's nothing to understand, much to feel
Nothing to lose, much to live for, I fight to continue
To serve a purpose, I left behind long lethargies
And bitter drinks, today I ride safely
From the dart thrown by the passage of time
I do it my way

I dig in manure and extract gold
I look for beauty in the cement
There's always a story to tell
There's always a longing and a lament
An increase in volume
Will make it sound louder, but not clearer
I don't mask that I fear the shot and its dry sound
That I try not to shout
Not for the noise, but for the fear of the echo

I'm just a shy guy, I don't play dumb
They call me suicidal for saving my life without a vest
For jumping into the void, since I was a kid
I knew that my thing was the cold touch of an empty notebook
If I sin of being naive it's for seeking chimeras
I'll settle body and mind when I die
And it's out there, there's so much ink
So many fools pretending to be perfect
So many pretending and attacking my intellect
It's cause and effect when false affection floods the air
Now I know that when nobody hates you it's because you're nobody
Do you get it?

I know there are millions of onlookers watching every step
Everyone talks, everyone judges
But then everyone shits themselves when the curves come
They want the pulp but swallow the peels
The truth clouds when masks rain down
When even certainties crumble
Tell me, what do you have left?
If after the darkness the grave awaits you, it's normal to sink
But when you fall deep, convince yourself at that moment
That there are prisons you create and enter
Do you want to find me?
I'll be at the bottom of the bar, always thirsty
Wanting to answer so many questions that seem silent

But I release a new album and suddenly all doubts disappear
And I put love even when I write about hate
I have the honor of speaking to the page and half the hemisphere
And although I don't know where I'm going, I know there's always a serious destination
For some, prison or the cemetery
I was lucky, I know where I come from
I made a name for myself
Now I maintain it, they say I'm selling out
Idiots talk but disappear early, their careers
Last as long as a pimple lasts on me, I don't care if I beat you
I don't consider it, I focus on the beauty
I could brag the most and talk about it the least

Urbanology, the street and its flashes
And hip hop showing thrones to the outcasts and commoners
Those few who followed their own path
Those crazies from yesterday who are legends today
We all search blindly for a place where fear sleeps
Because everything boils down to our fear of suffering
We all seek a God, an afterlife, an eternal life
Because everything boils down to our fear of dying
Only survival remains, that's my leitmotiv
When you don't know what to say, I'll say it for you
I'll take the loot and I'm not talking about full pockets
Although if the one above steals, the one below won't do less
It's what we have, too much circus and little bread
Too many kids fall like on a slide

Sips that taste like poison
Oars that don't know where they're going, won't see new horizons
I move alien to the ego, I surrender to my freedom
It's not a game, I have beasts to feed
And it's essential to flow like all rivers, for all mine
There are so many messes and disappointments
But in the cold my homies become a mantle
And there are no Grammys that surpass the love so many give me
Others criticizing on their computer, I mute them
I turn off their router, cheaply arguing without affecting me
Teenage throwers don't affect me
Nor fights between the old and the new, they don't understand
That the one who speaks the least is sometimes the one who knows the most
And the one who boasts the least is the one who succeeds the most
It's better for them to mature or they won't last a quarter
They think success in rap can be achieved in one jump
I push them away with my eclipse
Success didn't excite me, my lexicon took decades to refine
A job that doesn't accept mistakes or distractions
Or jokes that, seeing money, don't hesitate to undress

Life is like an embroidered fabric
We spend the first part of life
On the beautiful side of the embroidery
But the second part of our life
We spend on the other side
It's less beautiful, but we see how the threads are arranged

I live trapped in an hourglass
Trusting in the kindness of others pushed me to contempt
Because of impotence
Fools who sentence are not a problem
The problem is the silence if it stores indifference
I lost my innocence in some oversight
Today the child I once was speaks to me, while insisting
To enjoy the journey, says that nothing is perfect
That I either have fun or I'm a dead man, and dying is sad
Life is a joke or a bitch, I don't know
I just know I don't believe in anything and nothing quenches my thirst
So many hours I spent writing this

It's not an excuse, you know my texts are my way of being
I keep looking at the paper as if looking at the prettiest girl
I take the piece of cake that brings the cherry
Taste it, it will taste like ink, the one I spill
So I hold in my hands sorrows and conquests
My phrasing is like walks through the tundra
Pharisees abound with desires for me to fail
Me using Picasso's left hand painting failures
Drinking faith as if someone took my glass away
Taking steps on the staircase
Killing time, even knowing that it's what kills me
Seeing in my avatar mistakes and ungrateful rats attacking
Or accepting fame or getting trapped and ending up on all fours
More spots than a Dalmatian in my soul, but I still boast
The world seeks heroes, but I'm not one
I just assume my lightness and my ignorance
There's no truth other than the happiness of childhood
And I don't know if it's age or a hemorrhage, but I lack magic
Less and less euphoria and more nostalgia
More and more regret and less effectiveness
Less and less to the bar and more to the pharmacy
Now I know that arrogance is fragile and overcoming it is easy
That fear is agile and my flesh a crumbling muffin
And if chance catches me, I stay at home writing
There's no time to go down to smoke in the square
I prefer to be stateless in my lost Atlantis
Where the coldest letters warm me
And more than for my niggas, I do it for my friends
Not to be left with the intrigue of what they'll say
Some will swallow saliva, others hesitating
An artist for whom the art of living costs so much
Beauty caresses me but falls flying
And pain stabs and every nail must be pulled out
Glimpsing my horizon where I once saw mountains
Today there are rhinoceroses charging with blows
Each cut here is like a tour through Winterfell
And after eight albums hungrier than Somalia
It doesn't matter the attire, what counts is what's underneath
But seeing beyond the skin is what really troubles us
There's a shortcut to a universe without locks
Of meadows with verses for the one who looks through my eyes, I
I'm just a louse in this vastness but I throw myself
Into this Red Sea that is adversity
And sometimes I defeat it and sometimes it defeats me
The struggle of any decent man in a big city

Urbanology, discipline and heart in this swarm
Another version of the Hunger Games
Another lesson for children to grow up
Another prison from which I plan to escape, and
How to accept myself if I'm so complex?
If I'm more attracted to the window than the mirror
If I'm more rabbit than coyote in this forest
I'm one of those who know how to move without selling out cheap
One day I bet, that was the genesis, tumor of MCs
Word of mouth took care of the metastasis
I do it for those who lose or lag behind
For those who always feel in the back row of class
Pablo and Baghira bring the beat, I put the topping

I write and make my pen dance popping
Knockin' on the heaven's door but nobody opens
Hell might open, because my words burn
Who overcomes apathy in this melodrama?
If fear calls you to the foot of the bed
So run and love whoever you want
What does it matter if we're going to die tomorrow
I raised my blinds and closed my wound
I changed my perspective and since then there's no mystery
Today the thing I take most seriously in this life
Is not taking life too seriously