Pensando En El Dream (feat. Milo J y DUKI)

Things, gangsters
Steal, kill
Hustle, business, sales
Marijuana, cocaine, pasta
Money is not abundant
Problems are not lacking
There is no roof, there is no limit
My flow is enough

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm fine, sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Give me answers to my doubts
Little one, keep the trash (little one, keep the trash)

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm fine, sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Give me answers to my doubts
Little one, keep the trash (little one, keep the trash)

Those who throw at me, lived and live their lives in school, the street didn't know them
Sequences, falls, left marks in my mind and now torment my days
The cops have a free pass to spread the filth
Selling, drinking, looking for a way out
Praying to Mary, begging for food

I seek to win, like a black man in Detroit
Simple, without a plan, normal, what's up?
I have poison in my voice
Sentenced to a million like Pau
Fine flow like a phone in the capital
In trouble, lead is common
This flow is not clean, not even with blemish, although it's rich like a blunt
I just look for blues in the bank

And how can they not say that I am the king of this shit?
Lifting these bars is like being Arthur and pulling the sword from the stone
I move so much that I hanged the puppeteers with their own strings
They throw beef and don't remember
I take the plate even if they bite me, yeah

Wanting to dress in expensive brands knowing that I come from a land in crisis
But how could I not dress them if I always chose the difficult path?
Making culture, talking about clothes, weed, new releases
Showing the flows like when we learned new tricks on the bike

I had to bring out the best wine from my reserve if I wanted to rap with Milo
Because when I work with skilled men, a simple 'We did it' doesn't usually satisfy me
Anti-hologram rap, Milo records it and I roll the grams, wow
It's like LeBron taking you to play when you were sitting in the stands, uh

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm fine, sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Give me answers to my doubts
Little one, keep the trash (little one, keep the trash)

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm fine, sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Give me answers to my doubts
Little one, keep the trash (little one, keep the trash)

Although I keep fighting with both parts of me
Dying, killing, escaping, I came out
The rope trembling, I didn't fall
Let them ask, I answer by singing
Breaking chains, going up, going down
Breaking the rules, traps are left watching
Memories, forgetfulness, evil lurking

They can't lie to me
I have mistakes to complete
More questions to answer
More places to be
More hells to protest
More abysses between me and myself, but there's no time to stumble
I lock away the bad in one place, oh

I am a warrior and if necessary, I will fight without a sword
I have the armor ready and the words reloaded
We sweep against everything, negative thinking doesn't stop us
I want the crown raised

The enemy is watching, but, daddy, there is no move
Much less prepared
I can perceive the fear, it shows in the look
But looking at the enemy, I see my own face

Looking for flowers in the chalas
I could see a present in the future
I even thought about fame
I just want to see my mom smile
I remember when I was scolded for not understanding that the street was bad
Many people supported me, but the cops took away my desires

I want peace, not just cash
I think about the dream, I don't sleep at night
Sometimes I'm fine, sometimes I'm not
Sometimes I'm not even there, sorry mom

Where am I? Where am I going?
Compassion my lord
Give me answers to my doubts
Little one, keep the trash (little one, keep the trash)

Things, gangsters
Steal, kill
Hustle, business, sales
Marijuana, cocaine, pasta
Money is not abundant
Problems are not lacking
There is no roof, there is no limit
My flow is enough