Desahogo

It's already day but I don't feel like getting up
I'm just as tired as when I was going to bed
I'm really bad right now but I can't complain
Because there are people who don't have enough to eat elsewhere

And I have no one to tell my hardships and problems to
So much love I had sown and I've only reaped envy
From people who call themselves family
My soul no longer shines, only my chain shines

Where are all those friends when one is in pain?
Where are all those bitches when one needs a hug?
Hate is so real when love is so fake
Betrayal is now normal and so is pulling the trigger

I'm short on friendships, but I'm surrounded by people
Who are full of poison, but each time there are fewer
I'm lost like Nemo in this sea of falsehood
Always giving to those who haven't given anything for me

I miss my mom a lot, lately I see her all the time
But since she left home, everything is different
Sometimes I feel it was my fault because of my environment
Drugs are a bitch that damages the home and mind

Now they're watching over a friend's companion
The enemy is on the lookout, I'll hit him next time
Things work out for me because we don't tell anyone
And we sneak into your place through the neighbor's house

I don't like pigs, we're like Muslims
Humbly, attributing to the cool ones
You're not so cool until you've lived it
It's not easy to do it, but it's easy to say it
My cousin's cut from abdomen to belly button
But he didn't die, do you understand what I'm saying?

I become evasive with fools, as if I were taking Rivo
Bipolar, Gollum, Smeagol, bad corn hair
Humble but conceited, respected, I don't measure you
And dangerous, even if I'm not aggressive

Clarity for the street, darkness for the house
God, protect me from the bad that disguises itself as good
There's no need to fear the race, the thinking is rotten
The fools think they're smart and the values are lost

I keep being the same, you all remain the same
I have companions but you all have uncles
I stopped doing so many stupid things
Remember when you were a backpack

Backpack, backpack (yo, Red, put your fingers on the beat)
Backpack, backpack

I hang out with killers but I've never snitched
I don't go against the Father because he has destined it
But sometimes I wonder, why did my brother die?
Why did my friend die and these worms don't die?

They said give me your hand, but they wanted the whole arm
They didn't knead any dough, but they want a piece of the cake
I'm as essential as the vein now
And they have to treat me well even if they can't stand me

Here we make it short, the flipped one flies away
Everyone wants to sing trap but they don't know about smuggling
Here we keep commanding and several years have passed
For a shout out to Only Perk, to Yakuza, Flaytes Magic and the Martian

Anti-fool, but I'm Pablo Chill-E
I'm loved by killers, dealers, and those who count thousands
I could be conceited, but that's not my role
And I don't have a lady, but I've always been faithful, gang
To the gang, gang, gang (ShiShi Gang)