Lluna

The fucking DAAX
Confusing the light with the moon
I’m falling from the tree, the satellite lights me up and now it’s a catacomb
Searching for a resurrection that knocks me down
What’s the cure? I’m spitting out a thousand words, screaming for help

I let it all out, flowing through the score
My dark side comes out with ease
Paying tribute to the madness
Ecstasy that lasts throughout the song

Gives movement to the sculpture
Full freedom to the writing
Raising the temperature and you’re sweating
Let all the Judases hear it
This pure lyric, it’s sticks that create music
No search for a written contract

Ah-ah-ah-ah
Lost in the plain (ah-ah-ah-ah and I sing, and I sing)
And I sing to the moon (ahh-ah-ahh and I jump to the moon)
Tension, tough thesis

Hip hop isn’t dead because it’s our help
Here I rap on an empty stomach
I don’t hold back that rhyme from a real shit escaping
From its own shadow

The next note from prison and the shadow fails me
Music is my only lover
Howl it out like a wolf, I fly on it with a broom

I’m looking for magic because I wear armor
That makes truths look like jokes
I justify false certainties covered with a big tarp

Flexible meter like rubber on a scale and they stop you good
I sway like a lone rope waiting for a neck
Just out of the dungeon
I keep going because there’s always improvement

There’s no way to make the hour pass slowly, wake up and take control
I watch the streetlight from the cracked sidewalk
And broken, remembering that before they were just simple rocks
A hundred thousand pebbles on my clothes
I’m all the ingredients in the soup
Let’s toast with a glass for this crazy life
Because it always, always gets tangled up.