Freestyle Session #5

I don't consider myself a genius
The only thing is that I know I will never work for any owner
Sometimes sporty, sometimes designer clothes
And when things are bad, the jeweler and the gold to the pawnshop
And that's how it is, sometimes my Buenos Aires is not loved
But I know I owe no one, but I ask nothing of anyone
And love doesn't go well for me, I don't get along with Cupid
I know a couple of crazy ones there, I eat them and forget them
And the truth is, I have a good time, in fact, I can't complain
I'm nobody to tell you, but I'm going to advise you
You have to stay away from people who don't add up
Drugs are bitches, you try them and you can't leave them
I didn't want to arrive late and tired from the factory
I was doing badly in the studies, I had been expelled from school
I was good at sports, but the club didn't sign me
I transcribed everything to paper and changed my future
Now we dream big, of starting our own business
All day with the nonsense, my head couldn't take it
Killing time foolishly, on the corner with the beer
I looked at myself in the mirror and said, dude, what kind of life is this?

Politicians steal from you, and they leave Argentina
When they kill you in the street, where are the corrupt ones?
If those who have the least will always be the ones who give the most
Just look in the dining room, the kids sharing bread
I speak for those who died in the middle of the goal
If people talk too much, it's only because the smart one answers
That I smoke a lot of weed, that I like cash?
All good, but you keep running the bus
I'm tired of that, living with little money
The one I love never loved me, and I'm crazy for her kiss
Tomorrow I could be dead, or even in prison
If I leave home, I won't know if I'll be back
I'm real, I remember when I started in music
We didn't even have the capital to buy an instrumental
Now they call me for business, so what, when I was doing bad
Bastards, leave your message now, after the signal

Life is tough, and it's common to have to bury a grandparent
But not to pick up a friend shot on the ground
And if the atheist prays before dying to go to heaven
And they get hot when they see black guys with ice
Black, I have cut hands from climbing wire
No one here will celebrate if there's hunger in my town
Zaramay, black, is my name, in case they come to kill me
But here we are men, and we make the blood flow
Talk to me about greens, bills, a thousand and five hundred
I don't like gold diggers and I truly apologize
And to my little friends, I love them, seriously, I don't lie
You have enough with your lives, so there's no resentment