INVENCIBLES

Jorge, my love
You're earning this all on your own
Keep it up, my dear
Goodbye Jorge, my sweet
Goodbye, darling

It says
On July 17th, '93
I was born by C-section
The clock on the wall struck six
One afternoon in October 12th
The kid was born, almost slipped away

There are miracles that happen once, yeah
Since then, I've just worked hard
In life, I've missed a damn plate to eat
What they taught me, I’ll never forget
When the three of us lived in Unbeatables 3
And Dad would get up at three
For the three of us

I left home without having dessert
My mom today kissing a poster
I have no brothers, just a roster
This ain't Hollywood, just the Foster
Saint George
The damn album that bears my name
The damn album that made me a man

'Cause I find the light where everyone hides
Selling hash, keeping it in an envelope
My old man caught me when I was barely fourteen
In my Nike Cortez, not playing sports
I was born without a mold, to break it, yeah

Mom didn't get pregnant
And prayed to the Child of Remedy
My only brother died in the womb, what a bummer
In the trash in a sealed bag

Life is harsh like a salad
Like a school run by priests, I had bullets on the wall
Bad to the good, worse to the bad
We did exactly what they told you not to do

My grandpa was a horn player for the Civil Guard
It's funny he taught me how to write
In the early 2000s, he went to heaven with Virgil, and with him, a part of me
If he saw me here today, turned into a G

And his kids are high and happy to live
My uncle bought a car thanks to Do Re Mi
With the flute, and I barely know how to say yes, and still
The rats behind me like in Hamelin
All for the interest like Cofidis
When it’s not the little owl, it’s the briefcase
The closest thing to a brother is Miguelín

Pushing my gut day after day, Prometheus
Wouldn't matter if I wasn't a fishmonger
Three generations of shopkeepers started with my grandpa
At his funeral, the whole damn neighborhood was there
And now I spit these bars, cold as steel

On a mic worth ten or twelve bucks
Recording this song, in the station where he worked
From sunup to sundown, from sunup to sundown
I know from heaven he sees in my eyes what his eyes already saw
'Cause besides being a fruit vendor, he worked on the trains too

And if I peek out the window, I see those same tracks
Closed circle, I’ve beaten the game
And none of these rappers can say that
I fit the pieces together like LEGO
Amen, Escorial Moreno

Jorge, how are you, my love?
I’m glad for all the good that happens to you
Are you both doing well?
A big kiss for both of you
For Ana and for you, I’m doing just fine
I could have died but I didn’t
So, just look at that.