Esta Canción Va Dedicada (Odisea En El Lodo)

[Zatu]
Put me on and welcome to the silly infinite
Yesterday I dreamed I woke up and almost fell apart
I wanted to go back to sleep, I wanted to redeem myself
Slave of the time of a chronometer, my God abandoned me

Perhaps out of fear of big-mouthed men
Rolling with a mic, rapping in the garden
In the attic, a thought always burns me
Playing acrobatic games
With those who arrive late to their appointment

To stop hiding and stop being cowards
They just bedet in the great internet cabaret acting for free
God save you, tough face
You will see the sky even if it's just a painting

The excess of an eternal contract
Made me stay in hell and with a pen I deflowered a notebook
Winter, who would have thought?
That a life full of thorns forced me to write like a fakir

Are you coming to me looking for an answer?
I only have a microphone and a DJ who serves as my orchestra
The light of a joint guides me
The path is dark, and it remains dark when the day comes

My heresy lies on a drum loop (I know what you're doing)
So don't come with nonsense (it's the LP)
SFDK has cachet even if Karl Kani visits us
Or even if we don't have to wear

[Juaninacka]
Truth or just a dream, how many times have I thought?
How many times have I had to walk carefully?
I have to reach that star
From where you can hear me and not give up (to not fall asleep) x2

[Zatu]
My dream is revealed turned into a nightmare
Love for a hell called Seville
My blood and seeds run through its sewers
There are hardly any light bulbs left, illuminating us on this shore

Few lights, many crossings
Few voices that in many cases fall flat
Men who emigrate to the moon in search of fortune
But the moon is in the grapevine and they all fall together

Lost in this dune and blinded by this mist
Where are all these boys covered in feathers going?
After seeing that what goes up, comes down
I took a CD, made a cut and hid among the bass drum and the box

And I live as a squatter
2Pac fans suck me off
When they read Biggie on my jacket
Rap in MIDI worries me

It wasn't out of vocation, it was out of the prison
I was in
Infected by a plague
So put me on, people shit themselves

This song is dedicated to a dream I had as a child
Now children dream with black tears and a silver paper
That ends up staining their teeth
The world smells like poop
Humanity pees on me, without lifting the lid
Everyone wants to overcome the stage
The sun covers us, the night traps them
They end up selling their body in Plaza España making a badge

I suffered a sentence for not having patrons
But I always managed to gather others by the hundreds
The saddest thing is that sometimes you don't have dinner
So I fill my soul with smoke, I smoke and avoid problems