Septiembre

I put on a polo shirt and a pair of clean sneakers
And also the pants from the trials
And I went down to see you with a mischievous face
With more excitement than coins in my pocket

I always have my head in my troubles
Mixing bad weed with a cigarette
We agreed to meet at the usual place around 5
Where all the kisses we didn't give are

The ship was sinking and I was saving the furniture
I'm one of those who swim against the current
And I'm living in an eternal September
Summer hasn't ended and I'm already dreaming of the next one

They tell me I encourage them to put on
I'm guilty of what I write, not of what you understand
I walk through the neighborhood and it's the same shit as always
Shutters down and signs saying 'for sale'

And now that it seems like everything is going well for me
I miss when there was nothing to lose
Those 100 bills don't make me so happy
And I go out with a sad face in the poster photo

I'm not a star, I don't follow trends
If they ask for photos and I look terrible in all of them
But we've come back to reclaim the crown
After 4 years in the shadows like Kodak

I dressed up to fool your parents
With the innocent suit that only a guilty person wears
And no matter how much I try to disguise myself
It shows on my face even if I cover my tattoos

You know I'm still in love with the street
Because it gave me the love that no one else did
I came back with my knuckles full of blood
To see the sadness on my mother's face

From photos with fans at Razzmatazz
To photos and footprints in Moratalaz
I don't tell the court-appointed lawyer the truth
It's not like it's the first time, we're not young anymore

I just wanted to pull the plug
Why keep knocking on your door if you don't open it
I'm going to be late again
I want to go out and kill myself again

Now I fly high, you can see me shine
But what goes up, must come down. Don't be fooled
Don't act tough because you might get caught
I know when the blades shine, you'll scream

I have my friends close and my enemies closer
Also the master key to your back door
A drawer full of stories I can't tell
Pimps cry too: Look at my tears

I'm proud of what I was
What I was is what I am now
And now I finally know it was worth it
Because where I dreamed, I am