4 Diciembre

I, I was this on December 4th
I, I
Look

2000 years living
200 meters falling
From a building in the center
I think about my plan, I focus (smooth)

What would my grandfather think (Bernardo)
If he saw me rapping
He is always with me
I know what he was thinking

I'm with the cans, on the walls (DTS)
Leaving a perfect trace
I rush a little (for real)
It ends up the same as the sketch

I was raised in the 90s
Eating mint gum (hahaha)
Price level increases
Because they caught the merchandise (ah, yes)

Don't hold it against me
I do it without even realizing
What good is it for me to lie
I was born with violent blood

I'm thinking about the offer
Sitting facing the door
If they come to kill me
They are asking for an answer

Today Charlotte died
One December 4th
She was sick without hunger
She never cried your name

Not a woman nor a symbiote
It came for her mother
She must have died at 7
She was about 7 months

You don't know how much it hurts me
You never know what's coming (no)
That your free soul is sensed
That we can't find if it can

Her open eyes have me
In nightmare they come to me
That pressure on the temples
I cry without them knowing

I try dead with jealousy
I'm insecure, obsessive
Creating a harmful air
In search of an aggressive air

Without ever having a reason
It was dark and passive
Look at his enemies list
He kept his name in files

He has everything decided
Also the chosen places
His heartbeat accelerates
His sense sharpens

The street made me a drunk
A wretch all that time (son of a bitch)
Hunting for a brawl
And low and I'm not lying to you anymore

I'm another shitty human
Who smokes a lot of weed
Who threw himself at this shit
Because he's in the shit

Don't miss it
It's also because I love it
Because I mop it up
Because I take off the blanket

It was a heart attack
Clean everything with ammonia
You say you're from the past
Zodiac Knight

Bad things happened to him
It seems like a manic outbreak
They tied me up, hit me
My Thriller is police

Fucking brat and posh
Sons of bitches and outcasts (son of a bitch)
Don't come at me with racism
Or with shitty machismo

My mother surpasses you all
You're not even worth it for war
Not even to chip a stone
Surely they'll go underground

I'm overdoing it with drugs
And other things I haven't said
Buying jewelry and clothes
Things I don't even need

I want my Adri as always
Where the hell did you go
The one who was clear and sensitive
Is coming back, got it?

This was on December 4th
When my Charlotte left
A man never cried so much

Not a woman nor a symbiote
This was on December 4th
When my Charlotte left
(I love you, little one)