René

René, come, let's go study
Yes, I'm going to ask you a question.
You answer it for me
With what part of the body
Did the Taíno Indians play ball?
René, answer me
Yes, it's easy
Take care of me, take care of me, look at me
With what part of the body? Think
Did the Taíno Indians play ball?
I know
I sing it to you and then you learn it like this

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Since I was little I wanted to be a baseball player, I didn't get there
So I learned to hit hits over a track
I drank alcohol again in my office
I write well sober, but I write better drunk

When I fall into depression
I tell my problems to the airplane window
Stress makes me sick
I haven't slept in ten years

The IRS is still investigating me, I'm getting divorced
But it doesn't matter, I keep rhyming
I make mistakes, but I do what I can
I learned to land without wheels

And although they recognize me on the street
Not even my friends know me anymore
I'm sad and I laugh
The concert is full, but I am empty

In the music industry, everything is a lie
My son has to eat, so I'm still on tour
I only have what I have left
I don't know where I'm going, but I know where I come from

I grew up with Christopher, my friend
We threw stones together, we broke a couple of windows
We ran down the street without a shirt
In the fields of Trujillo, downhill, by bicycle

The bike in the mud
With a plastic cup in the rubber
So that it sounds like a car
We recharged the battery with Indian malt
And garlic bread, no one stopped us

We were inseparable, until one day
They killed him between four police officers
My joy is still broken
The lights went out in the Ball Park

There's almost no one left here
Sometimes I don't want to be here anymore
I feel alone here
In the middle of the party
I want to be where no one bothers me
Burn my notebook, drop my suitcases
I want to call 7-5-5-0-8-2-2
Let's see who answers

The fights with my stepfather, when he lost control
I solved them with him, watching a baseball game
He invited me to fight a couple of times
I ran away from home a couple of times

But food was never lacking
He defended us with music, playing at weddings
Sometimes baked, sometimes canned and microwaved
We shared everything, the table was round

Lower-middle class, we were never owners
The bank loan stole our dreams
The empty savings account
But mommy dancing flamenco made our day

He stopped acting to take care of the four of us
And we became his play
She put on our boots
And his life was about our achievements and our defeats

My stepfather left with other fish
We moved from 13th Street
I went to look for luck in a sea of straw'
And I packed my whole life in a box

At the art university, they gave me a scholarship
They killed half of my friends
I started rapping again
I started to believe again

I came back, I released a record
I ate the world in one bite
In Puerto Rico, employees were laid off
I insulted the governor and it was televised

They censored four years of my calendar
Grandma died, she didn't see me play at the stadium
I said everything I felt
They love me more abroad than in my own country

But even if my songs are sung by a German
I want to be buried in old San Juan
Maybe sadness hides it
But I'm made of rice and pigeon peas

And it hurts me
It doesn't matter that the rum of the morning comforts me
And from inside the pulp, if I screwed up
I dedicate four floors of apology to my country

There's almost no one left here
Sometimes I don't want to be here anymore
I feel alone here
In the middle of the party
I want to be where no one bothers me
Burn my notebook, drop my suitcases
I want to call 7-5-5-0-8-2-2
Let's see who answers

And if they answer me
I want to tell you that I want to return
I want to get out of this hotel
and disappear

And if they answer me
I want to tell you that I want to lower the curtain
That sometimes my pressure goes up
I'm afraid the plane will fall

I don't care about the tours, the disco's, the Grammys
And that on 11th Street
I want to see Halley's Comet again with mom.
I want to go back to when

My windows were sunny
And the heat woke me up
When they called me to play
When I rapped for free

I want to take the ball cards out of the packaging
Steal second base again
In summer and Christmas
Clean the house with my brothers', listening to Rubén Blades

I want to go back, go to the movies during the week
And get to art school in the morning
I want to stay there, I don't want to leave there
I want to go back to when

They wouldn't let me in because I was dressed badly.
I want to feel again
When I didn't have to pretend
I want to be me again

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