Herida Abierta

Strong thoughts say something, I take charge
I put on loud headphones, can’t stop listening
I want to throw them out fast like greyhounds, I can’t escape
I peek over the boat, the dark water has a bitter face

Full of pretense, it’s not clear
In murky waters, the shots can’t be heard
The lights don’t shine, the fish aren’t swimming
Because they’re stuck, they’re frozen
I sail after another prayer, to save my neck

It’s just sinister rap, dark like inside a coffin
Chaos in the ghetto, tundra when I drop it
I’m gonna break the Ten Commandments
There’ll be hundreds coming at you with stories

Only you know how to keep it real, retro!
You’re a busybody, I’d rather have an odyssey in the mud
I just want to give antidotes, your thoughts with bleach
With choruses we repeat like blue gold is now shit

Democracy as a nickname (as a nickname)
Still, I find gold mines that pay for the trip
Buddy, we’re not monkeys on trial
Rap lifts me up, makes me realize

That society is just like a jungle
No one waits for you to come back
Everything spins, I have amnesia, the hip hop of the church
I’m its parishioner, this is the jungle, I’m the tigress

I put all the cards on the table
I rap flagrantly, it’s the goal, step back, it’s about to blow
I’m going to war with an open wound

What does a beat matter to the tune of do-re-mi-fa
If the lyrics are a farce
Consciousness drags me! The truth crushes!