Disparame (feat. Cyclo y Piter-G)

And how many times I left, absent writing about what I lived
Writing a thousand love poems just for you
And now yes, and now no, and now no, and now yes
As always, you decide when to end or continue

And the world around me is no longer what it seemed
I trusted the mouth that lied to me
And I, waiting for their feelings, was dying, I was wrong
When I thought: How easy it would be

You no longer see, your friend, the one who would always be with you
I never imagined the bumps the road would have
And now look at me, I lost faith
I already threw in the towel, sorry, grandpa
I know I said I would never give up

Idiots everywhere
Questioning my art, man, I'm not talking about drugs
Although drugs took mine away
I've seen up close the ugly side, the dark side
Distressed by everything I see, man, shoot me

I'll lend you the gun, reload it
Aim at the soul, shoot it, I have the stomach
That can't take anymore
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Not a hint of truth, yeah, yeah

I'll lend you the gun, reload it
Aiming at the soul, shoot it
They say out there, they say out there
That's how it is, that's how it is
That you can't choose

I'm going to wake up, I'll do
As if I won't see, I'll feel the peace
That rain brings me, it doesn't matter anymore
Not tomorrow, not yesterday

The past no longer exists, and the future cannot be known
Imprison me, my cancer is music, and it
Is responsible for capturing my illness on paper
I'm not like how you see

I'm one who messes up before messing with others
If you look at me, you won't see a rival
I have enough dealing with my personal torment
I don't go overboard with anyone, nor do I need to prove it

I am what I have and what I have is humility
The world around me
Is no longer what it seemed
I gave all my trust
The only one who lied to me

And I know that only I am left with myself
And that being the same, everything changes again

I'll lend you the gun, reload it
Aim at the soul, shoot it, I have the stomach
That can't take anymore
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Not a hint of truth, yeah, yeah

I'll lend you the gun, reload it
Aiming at the soul, shoot it
They say out there, they say out there
That's how it is, that's how it is
That you can't choose