Presente

Here and now is the moment
Back to the studio

I think, everything is as it should have been
But not because my group became known
I ask, where am I going? I don't know, it doesn't matter either
I'm rapping, this is my movie, I'm the protagonist
I come from another place where I've never been
Well, rap has given it to me well, I've earned it
Talking about the past makes us sentimental
Today the fan does justice and we are news on all channels
I don't get used to the cameras, I declare it
Fame takes its toll, like a tax
Lyrical, that means being exposed
As a person who bears the weight of that crown
A dream to fulfill for more than one
I'm staying in a hotel room with smoke curtains
Luxury dude, eating strawberries with cream in my room and it's not a video...
Acting without taking a nap exhausts me
Then someone comes and tells me
They're paying 200 euros on resale
My shit represents, I said with thirteen, the thirties fall
Loaded with rhymes I declare my income
Present, I do what I believe is urgent
With sweat on my forehead and the power of the mind...
If emotion kidnaps me I dress in black
Sometimes I'm not in what I celebrate, but...
Today, I'm here because I came
With an insulting style I walk so carefree
And I come out of a restaurant...
It's never enough when...
The way they treat us is like important people
I bring you an emotion per second
Do you feel me? I do it deep
I don't intend to please everyone
I rhyme for pleasure...
Never think that what you've seen is...
All the best I can do... Agree?

I'm optimistic and I feel good but strange
It must be the lack of habit of being so
If when living was a problem
And dying the solution, considering a dignified future
Was like it wasn't... right?
Now it seems like I want you, my life...
You got hard and uphill for me
A thousand horizons, not so far away
Tomorrow never dies and the present is already past... it's ephemeral
Like your volatile rap, me constant and enduring
I reforest with pine trees when I go to the bathroom
The future remains imperfect
What awaits me after a concert? Will I fall dead in the hotel?
A hotel is a passing house and in some cases
A haven of peace or a pajama party, drunk
No trophy will be alive, almost dead on Sunday
Tomorrow is a witness, tonight not digestive
For indigestible ones in the fucking blue suit
They burst into dressing rooms as if kidnapping... they're bitches
Nowadays I'm on pre-sale lists
I prefer to be among liters, joints, and more concerts
The secret of my success is a stupid secret
Sho-hai raps with the soul and not with the mouth
I feel like a musician on the street playing the double bass
And without work... such an uncertain future for this cut...
Shitty pop singers choose to succeed by singing in English... idiots...
And they don't even know how to speak Spanish.
They want to be where I am and I don't give a shit
I need rap to cleanse my aura and not for money... bitches
I'm just happy enough, I'm afraid to fly
But living scares me...
I'm the king of the ones and being on a list doesn't impress me
Double V always present since times ah ah...

So much confusion, boy reality is just an illusion
Boy, reality is just a processed vision
We don't know anything, that's the question, in question...
In my dedication to meditation and prayer
I don't seek explanation, only my salvation
Whoever has eyes, let them see, whoever has ears, let them hear
And whoever can't find peace, let them fight.
We are all useful, you have to find your reason
The revolution starts with you
Use your intelligence and your heart
Because in the end, every action will be judged, rewarded, or punished
I have already committed the barbarity of being a fool
Imprudent for the adrenaline of the trapeze
As my fame grew, so did my ego
And my ego offered my soul to the devil, set it on fire
In this fire I burned, I got lost, I lost you and you
At times I feel very sorry for behaving like this
I even stopped praying, but I don't want to remember
Today I have the purpose of starting over
I saw a way out, a light that has guided me
Because rap saved my life, I think about this when I record
There's no one to describe me, although they've tried
The imitator rhymer imitated is lyrically gifted
He's a really weird dude, or something, I've been told
He's done it, he's got plenty, appreciate it, bastards
All over giving warmth and love to mine.
It's another intelligent and clean triumph, they can't say a peep

I didn't always know what to do, c'est la vie...
What did we come into the world for? What is life?...