Agua Entre Las Manos

[Sharif]
Outside it's raining, and the world is a distant rumor
And I'm writing verses in the light of a piano
With a joint in one hand and my pen in the other
I invoke summer in every verse of my paragraph
But it's winter at my window, and the closest muse
Is making love in another bed
And dawn breaks and I'm alone and without the orphan gift of inspiration
With this heart in flames
Legendary, I pray my rosary, daily
I write to deceive the calendar
The kids in my neighborhood already know what it's like to fight
And that only air is necessary to breathe
And today is one of those gray days, with unhappy nights
Where the scars hurt more
And you realize that even time is a tyrant
Because it runs away just like water between hands

[Rapsusklei]
It's like water between hands
Like time seeing all my brothers escape
No, I don't understand anymore, slowly dying
My heart keeps beating, in my soul it keeps raining
It's like water between hands
That escapes between fingers to die among worms
And my brothers have already crossed that line
Where silence is so alive that it sings even when it's silent, silent

[Sharif]
Beyond the medals, my battle is
The infinite search for the poet and the word
That knows that writing is a rose with thorns
Sometimes it gives pleasure and sometimes it takes your life
And it's not out of hate, it's out of love, that I sing my pain
Baby, here my Zaragoza is hardcore
From the street to the heart and from the heart to the mic
I walk without resentment on the tears of rhythm
And I don't sail on a cement sailboat
My ship is made of paper and inspiration is the wind
I escape from your world when I run out of breath
I invent a song and travel with my thoughts
The world dances its sway, to the rhythm of its requiem
But you don't care as long as everything goes well
Tell me how many exiles from Eden
So that you can have happiness to the fullest

[Rapsusklei]
It's like water between hands
Like time seeing all my brothers escape
No, I don't understand anymore, slowly dying
My heart keeps beating, in my soul it keeps raining
It's like water between hands
That escapes between fingers to die among worms
We don't remember that time keeps running
Like that poppy that ignores continuing to grow

[Sharif]
Two, two thirty and time keeps fleeing
And I keep smoking and writing
My mind is a source, an unquenchable torrent of light
And my verse flies free where they can't follow
I greet the old man in the mirror every day
A still perplexed child, no
I don't sell advice, I let the energy flow
Falling and getting up is the best wisdom, still
I write when the city sleeps
Far from the storm, in silence and solitude
Sick of freedom, truth is my argument
And in my room every night is a concert
It's already six in the morning in my sentence
You can hear the cars returning to work
Not having dinner will be worth it
If in this sad letter I've written four good phrases

Four good phrases, just four good phrases
Good phrases, my inspiration, four good phrases, yeah, yeah
Another great rhythm from my man Lex
Special dedication to my mom
Sharif the incredible
My fuck tha posse
Water between hands