ÍDOLO

(Hit it, hit it, hit it, open up there; hit it)
Ah

9:30 in the morning, I get up in a rush
I don't waste time listening to stories
Ruined by a bad night, but it's not that bad
That goes away with a couple of pills and I'm taking a few down
In the meantime, I check if there's any mail in the mailbox
Nothing important, just for an interview; an invitation
I don't like them at all, but they serve as promotion
And now more, since I released my new song a week ago
Which wasn't successful, they all know it by heart
I give my all in the videos, in every lyric and in the voice
But the reach of this music, quality level God
Only gets me enough to buy pills and a couple pounds of rice
I'm the best, just not where I deserve to be
Those above me, talent-wise, are dry
I calm myself down by listening, living in the ego
Saying: "The foam always goes on top of the soda"
But I'm a freestyle and I'm determined to change that
Even though I know my progress won't be easy
I say goodbye to my son with a kiss and say goodbye to my wife
I'm heading out, there are errands I have to run
Vroom, start the car; and I'm off, on my way to the interview
My clothes are cheap, I don't even look like an artist
The schedule at first glance, if I'm late, it'll be ugly
I work on my music, but in reality, I have a job
Under the windows I just painted
And I notice that only six out of every 100 recognize me
It's not right, if I've given my best
But it's no longer about throwing good songs, it's about riding in a good Aventador
Annoyed, I turn on the radio to chill for a bit
And change it because they're playing Kiko El Loco
I switch to another station and they're talking about me, but in a bad way
They say I don't sound good because I'm just controversial
Don't you understand I don't have a backing or radio airplay?
That if I do, it's to stay in the local spotlight
I'm not proud of what I do, I know it's wrong
But somehow I have to sound, so, it's normal
I don't take it personally and I continue my journey
I'm arriving at the station, I'm close to Blandino
I look outside to forget the comment from that jerk
And I see a billboard with Mozart's picture on the way
I got distracted looking at the billboard, the jealousy hit me
Thinking: Bro, that's where I deserve to be!
I look at the road and oh no!
A car is approaching, which apparently didn't see me
And everything went blank
Honestly, I don't even know if it hit me (what the hell)

Life is a dangerous wheel (oh)
It spins stepping on stones and roses
Today everything means if it's more expensive
And the big things are not that great
Some get what they deserve (-serve)
Others don't deserve what they have, damn
Move forward and don't expect anything back
Because good things are always valued after they're gone

(Ah, me)
Back home, a little confused
I don't know if I did the interview or if I got lost by mistake
I thought: "Must be the bad night I had"
Maybe everything went well and I erased it by falling asleep
Plus, it's late and I don't have any missed calls
Bro, this is just another mystery of life
Or maybe it was the kicks I gave to the Gorilla Glue
Doesn't matter, tomorrow I'll see everything on YouTube, I brushed it off
I speed up, heading home, on the Expressway
I turn on the radio while crossing the intersection
And I freeze when I hear what they were playing there
It wasn't that Loco guy anymore, they were playing me, and
At the end of the song that was playing now
I hear the voice of that same announcer who criticized me
Now all my good things were highlighted
And he no longer called me a sound engineer, now he was praising me (praising me)
What's going on I asked while smiling
I look outside and find a group of people gathered
Listening to my songs, and to top it off, it's exciting
I notice, now 90 out of every 100 know them
I couldn't believe it, I'm dreaming, I said to myself
Under the window, I can't contain the joy
And in the rearview mirror, I notice that on the billboard on the road
Mozart's picture was no longer there, they had put up one of me
I arrive in the neighborhood and there are celebrations in my name
Those who knew me now share my songs
There are whispers among the tears and the ovations
And one of them is that I was nominated for awards
I look in the distance and see my face painted on a mural
I don't let myself be seen, I'm going to take a shower before going down
Screw work, today I'm not going to work
I'm going home to get my family to celebrate
But when I enter, my wife is crying in front of the baby
She tries to talk to me, but for some reason she doesn't see me
The biggest shock of my life I got
When I hear the news she was listening to on TV
They say on the curve of the fifth highway
A man swerved, named Felipe Bautista
Killing Wilmer Roberts, a not so famous artist
In a tragic accident on the way to an interview

Now I understand that there are things that don't match
That they love me and among so many, they call me the best
It makes me remember that saying, that I heard once
The diamonds that are most valued are the ones that are lost, bro