Nada

Kazu on the track, with Penyair
The law of everything, ah-ah

Saying you have something is just the wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end you have nothing
And in time, everything

Saying you have something is just the wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end you have nothing
And in time, everything, yeah

I don’t have a truck, I don’t have bank accounts
I’m not a pro, just a bit more than elementary
I’m not an artist 'cause being in the spotlight ain't a priority

I don’t have a cheerleader with an extraordinary face
Or a crazy model who's a college student
I’ve got a beautiful girl who also loves freestyle
Since sex isn’t everything, no matter how many partners

I’m not a thug, but I’d rob thugs
Who are involved in fraud during elections
I’m not a terrorist, nor a gang member, nor a bully
The kind that sees a cop and drops their pants

I don’t have shit, tickets for a plane
Nor yachts for my writings, but I’d love to have them
But first, I’d like to see my buddies well
In any case

Saying you have something is just the wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end you have nothing
And in time, everything

Saying you have something is just the wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end you have nothing
And in time, everything

I don’t have a song that makes girls wet
And I’m not bringing a show
At most, I’ve got the flow, not a display doll

I’m not a tough guy like I’m Max Steel
Nor do I live in a penthouse with ivory floors
No condos for those who are rude
Renting in El Amparo, almost 300 grand

I don’t have a thousand friends who betray me
And definitely not many views on the internet
I don’t have a million, but I want a billion
To see if with that cash I can get my buddy out of prison

I don’t have health insurance in case I get malaria
But I’ve got ginger or lemon water
No pension fund, sorry
Remember that being an MC doesn’t come with a pension

What I learned was out there, fighting for daily bread
So the mind can grow and not stay in the hood
Paying off a debt to a millionaire jerk
Who doesn’t care about life, just binary codes

I don’t have a mother, I have a blessed virgin
Who doesn’t need to go to church to bless me
Not like the priest who already has: a car, land, and looks down on everyone
I don’t have amnesia, but I still forget

I’ve got the cunning for some shady minds, bastards
I’m not a spoiled kid who gets everything spent
I’ve got my grandma alive, and that’s enough for me
Me, who has nothing, yeah

Saying you have something is just the wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end you have nothing
And in time, everything

Saying you have something is just the wrong words
In a poorly told story
If in the end you have nothing
And in time, everything

Penyair
The law of everything
Suba, Pinar, Kennedy, El Amparo
Bosa, freedom, eh-eh-eh
Me, who has nothing