Protocolo

The light wakes me up, a jazz, a blues
On the side of my cheek I see a bit of rush
Push, something pushes me
In the ribs
I don't care today the day shines
I pour another drink even if it overflows with the last drop
At this moment nothing matters to me
I drink liquor, dance naked
My mind ecstatic, my chest explodes
But I see all those people walking with a bad face
Barefoot kids under a sign of the most expensive Nikes
They ask for help, but everyone ignores them
The security of their country only gives away bullets
Tell me it's not serious
That they show me so many ends without providing the means
Tell me it's not serious
What do they expect after this
I won't want to start a fire
I won't stop vibrating, shaking
Drinking and shouting that's my virtue
Even if they want to silence, beat, deform, dominate, and judge my attitude
Without resting, I will rise and tag the fascist's damn coffin
Even if I'm going to explode and this might fail
I will leave my soul for all my crew
They want to mold me like a sculpture
I will fly until my burial
Burn and enjoy a green on the moon
See the world spin from a good height
I don't know what's right, I don't know what's wrong
I focus on the essence, I hate morality
I confuse the beginning, the knot, and the end
Natural anti-artificial fruit
Peace returns
A breeze that relieves me like a balm
One good, no good
Three hundred bad but suddenly there's one worth it
And damn, girl, don't cry anymore tonight
I can walk with you, I don't have a car
But my brain is convertible
So you can see my internal functioning and all my cables
I don't want to talk to you, everything is so immense
I prefer to accompany you with silence
Yes, with silence
A cloud of protest covers the light again
Sunshine in the morning at a bus stop
Ugh, the kid has a breakfast mix of rum with yogurt
Because hunger and anguish don't care about glamour
Tell me it's not serious
That they show me so many ends without providing the means
Tell me it's not serious
What do they expect after this
I won't want to start a fire
Thousands of families are left without work
And others in their rhymes talking about wads of cash
Life pities, money scrimps
And on top of that, the one above doesn't give a damn
Adrift in a sea of ups and downs
To the one who looks at me wrong, a spit
My soul delirious and sweating tears that
Quench the thirst that your absence brought me
It's my protocol and I detail it for you, the bad weed is cut from the stem
I smoke the good one and I explode
He who is silent consents and there's no way I'll shut up
I don't know what's right, I don't know what's wrong
I focus on the essence, I hate morality
I confuse the beginning, the knot, and the end
Natural anti-artificial fruit