El Costal (feat. Realidad Mental)

There they want to talk
And here your words
Are not enough to fill
The weight of my sack
There they want to talk
And here your words
Are not enough to fill
The weight of my sack, ah-ah

You won't be able to lift the weight of my sack
So many humiliations in these years of rap
Congratulations lazy ones, stable uncertainty
Climbing a mountain like an endless summit

I needed them and nobody needed me
I found myself alone while everyone surrounded me
They hovered around for their own interests
That's why you work and the other one grows

They know my name, but not where I came from
Few understand what it's like to ride on rims
Few when you dream or when you imagine
Many when you pawn and achieve the goals

They didn't tell him how many are going, it's better if he doesn't even know
Because they're going backwards
I traded my laughs for coins
My rhymes for bread
For those who don't accompany me, but who are always there
So don't despise such a serious turn
All you'll do is cause yourself misery
Here are your words

There they want to talk
And here your words
Are not enough to fill
The weight of my sack
There they want to talk
And here your words
Are not enough to fill
The weight of my sack, ah-ah

Foolish parasite, you feed on bacteria
You criticize while you satisfy yourself with this foreign food
That day at the concert everyone wanted a photo
I smiled happily, but unhappy, heartbroken

Many talk about the neighborhood and don't know my corners
We earned respect amidst murderous looks
We pose, to others harm
Falling from the ladder on the last rung

And that's when trusting became something bad
And those you loved so much became strangers
The force of insolence, knowledge made it simple for you
Little chick, first flight to the fangs

We went through thunder and endless rains
What other people think no longer matters
If I talk about being far away, it's not to be viral
That's why you don't know the weight of my sack

So don't despise something so serious
All you'll do is lead yourself to misery
Here Alka

There they want to talk
And here your words
Are not enough to fill
The weight of my sack
There they want to talk
And here your words
Are not enough to fill
The weight of my sack