Sutil 2

Me and my plant on the street
Some people will look at me differently, I know (fuck it)
But it fuels my rebellious side
5th-grade jokes in the crisis of 27, okay
You're not better than me, okay
But I'm not that different either
We're born from someone who's born, dies just like us
Immortal spirit, blood of my blood, you understand?
Beat and rhythm relieve stress
Cocoa in the account, rap nights
After some ratting, my hangout got lighter
At my last job, they fired the boss too
Pure juice in the chest, heart, vein, cortex
Gang formation, weaving triangulation
Smiles and tears
Man, I don't know where it comes from either, much less how it happens

The unbearable lightness of having, or wanting
What's best for me
Only I know, only I know, only I know, only I know
The unbearable lightness of being who I am
Only I know, only I know, me and God

Everything happening naturally
Intuition remains sharp
Sometimes not even the voice is in tune
My point is for free
But if I look down, I'm at home
I find you through your gaze, I recognize the smoke
Abundant happiness
By what I have, I realize nothing is missing
I'll connect with faith to take a walk
I see the kids later
Wave session, money becomes truth
And may I not lack a drop of sweat that is
It's dawn, I'm in the flow
It's morning, I am too

With the lightness of having
Or wanting what's best for me
Only I know, only I know, only I know, only I know
The unbearable lightness of being who I am
Only I know, only I know, me and God
The unbearable lightness of being (or wanting)
What's best for me (lightness of being)
Or wanting, only I know, me and God