Amor Al Arte

It's the moment, do it today or you'll never do it
To believe you have to see it, analyze the memories
Who was there and who left
Just don't turn around too much
It's bad to look back
I found out yesterday, it's impossible to go back

And whatever happens, I stay
With the ink and the paper
Singing Hip-Hop my creed
I sing for myself, not for you, if you like you can listen to me

I only do it to vent
I know I'm unbearable
Not very friendly, that's what they say
Wounds leave scars

Unhappy occasions that make me hit rock bottom
And I reply: I will never abandon you
This is love for art
When I'm in the middle of nowhere
You are the only thing that accompanies me
That's why I write without being a poet
And sing without being a musician

I've always kept in mind where I come from
And where I'm going, and today
I know where I am, thanks to the talent God gave me
To write a song
Without being a composer

Maybe nobody supported me, and it was only shown
If you do it from the heart
You have your reward
And even if only I listen to myself
I will continue with my Hip-Hop

Many say I'm crazy
But no one takes the time to know how I am
They criticize what I write, that it doesn't make any sense
But as long as I'm alive
I continue with music, with my music I continue
So turn up the sound

Maybe many don't like my way of thinking
Because most of the time
I just think about singing, about writing a verse
Well, what can I do if my life is rap (rap)
When I'm in the middle of nowhere
You are the only thing that accompanies me
That's why I write without being a poet
And sing without being a musician

How quickly the years and days go by
I still remember writing my first rhymes
Listen up, here I bring some lines
They're not about cocaine, they're the ones consumed with beats

There are actually few who want to listen to you
There are more who criticize and start to mock
My family saying: You better start working
Wake up, get off the cloud and stop dreaming
Those words of arrogance are what make me strive
Like a silent mute who does it by showing
It's when their envy and impotence become evident
Because these crazy stoners don't stop singing

How many times I used you
Without knowing, I already caught you
I didn't even know how, or when, but I already achieved it
Falling in love, with what I found
A place to vent without being bothered

(Kid, stop those immature things)
If it were up to me, I would already have a fortune
(You don't do anything, you're just wasting time)
Damn boss, I'm just writing
About what happened to me last night when a car approached me
Said: Move over, asshole
And opened the door
He said to get in, that there's no other way
Oh, and not to walk in the street

So I took the pen, a rooster, and went to the Moon
And now I spend it well stuck with music
How can I tell you if for me you are unique
To whom I confide if death is sudden

When I'm in the middle of nowhere
You are the only thing that accompanies me
That's why I write without being a poet
And sing without being a musician

When I'm in the middle of nowhere
You are the only thing that accompanies me
That's why I write without being a poet
And sing without being a musician