Desahogo II

They put on the seatbelt for me...
And they hold me...

I don't cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I take out the pen and I relieve myself
They don't have to come here to hype me up
Telling me the truths, they call me the kilo
I don't cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I take out the pen and I relieve myself
They don't have to come here to hype me up
Telling me the truths, they call me the kilo

OK
This song is not to hit me more
What's necessary is necessary,
What is not needed is unnecessary
I relieve myself because the world provokes me
It comes out of my pores if they shut this mouth
And I start with those who asked me
Vico C, what are you going to release that they threw at you
They even talked about your personal life
They used your name
They went too far with you, philosopher
I answer them that yes, I am 15 years old
Singing against the things that harm
How do they expect that because of a silly war
Leaving a message that recorded goes against me
Do you think I don't have enough lyrics
To defend myself and give anyone a clinic
But my lyrics are not about that
My mission with people has much more weight
And it's not that I'm winking as a pastor
But accept that this genre is out of control
Everything is sex, everything is violence for competition
And I, like a good father, will take care of my offspring
Also from the ads that are displayed
Like the one that says the body asks for it
As if saying you need my poison
Buy my product, trip, jump, and leap
And there goes one less trial
That when I start saying the truth, I have no brakes
Well, excuse me if I'm bothering you
"(new from the dog pound)"
I'm not dissing, I'm relieving myself

I don't cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I take out the pen and I relieve myself
They don't have to come here to hype me up
Telling me the truths, they call me the kilo
I don't cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I take out the pen and I relieve myself
They don't have to come here to hype me up
Telling me the truths, they call me the kilo

The politicians
Who kill for their position
Who had us rappers under persecution
Realizing that the people want to have fun
Now they made their campaigns with reggaeton
So anyone, sir, we know what they're up to
They use us to win, then they throw us away when they win
There we can see the truth
That they work for the vote, not for society
They don't care about the lives lost in the neighborhood
And to win the elections, they go to the hamlet
They hug my grandmother, greet my uncle
But it hasn't been 4 years, they were hiding
My brother, you who claim to be a Christian
When you see a bum, why don't you give him a hand?
You say from afar, God bless you
But you don't even give a penny to fill their belly
Look
They're watching you from above
The gospel is not about wasting saliva
If you want them to listen, you have to give them life
Give a good hug to the one dying of AIDS
To the television
What happened to you, dad?
That if you don't show an orgy, you're nothing
Go and walk down the street, see how they are
And don't say it has nothing to do with your wickedness
It's the truth
Even if they hide from me and deny it
I'm not going to be hypocritical for my albums to be a hit
Because I don't belong to the singers who are afraid
Who say anything
Just to be heard

I don't cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I take out the pen and I relieve myself
They don't have to come here to hype me up
Telling me the truths, they call me the kilo
I don't cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I take out the pen and I relieve myself
They don't have to come here to hype me up
Telling me the truths, they call me the kilo

Hop now you, the drunk
Rub yourself, I told you it was heavy, right
I take out the pen and I relieve myself