OPORTUNIDAD

Welcome to my Argentina
More than one mess on every corner
Where the junkie bites your finger
Where rap saved my life

I don’t owe anything to the hustlers
Always enough for the tour
Where hope weighs on the scale of a loser

I don’t trust even a condolence
I live without a dime
And so what?
I express what I step on
It’s thick gold for my paper

I die every other minute
Reviving in a hotel
If not, let me die
If not, get lost and it’s done

It’s confirmed
She likes ghosts

I like not being liked
It brings me peace
I’m laughing my ass off
And let karma work hard
Let them suffer their downfall like Tano Pasman

They talk about their hood like it’s Brooklyn
Hustling with pressed weed
Hooking up with groupies

We’ve already been through that
Kid, you’re a rookie
We do shows quietly
Classic
Snoop sheet

One opportunity
To set up my family
Far from any fable
The industry is a reality

We all think cold here
I’ll blow your head off before their belly makes a sound

Between angels and demons like Charles Brown
I’m the king of the asylum of music
Where insomnia reigns like poison

We learned to count well what we lived so badly
Look at my face because I’m one of the worst

My lyrics are freedom, they’re heard in the halls
In the eyes of kids with inner problems
Because we came from bad to end up in worse

Can you feel me?
I fatten it up so I don’t see it starve
We went through the bad and on the street, you gotta toughen up
Without losing course between the absurd and having fun
Fighting against drugs because you gotta die from something

One opportunity
To set up my family
Far from any fable
The industry is a reality

We all feel cold here
I’ll blow your head off before their belly makes a sound

One opportunity
To set up my family
Far from any fable
The industry is a reality

We all feel cold here
I’ll blow your head off before their belly makes a sound