Que Parezca Concierto

Even the heretic has felt God watching him
Even the clock's hands have spun twice the hour
I’ve learned from my dog, felt rich without a dime
Double thanks to the one who made it and I didn’t notice
I prayed and threw stones at the altar, trying to kill my fears, I got skinned
I changed a thousand times, now I say: Thank goodness
Searching for the perfect rhyme, that leaves my guts twisted
If I got hit, it was for not regretting
I know they’re out to get me, but it doesn’t make me fight
If I wasted time, it was speculating how it’ll end

And if I die tomorrow, I’m ashes to the wind
Hands up and make it look like a concert
I didn’t waste my time, I haven’t been a good example
And at the end of the story, you’re gonna miss me
If I die tomorrow, I’m ashes to the wind
Hands up and make it look like a concert
I didn’t waste my time, I haven’t been a good example
And at the end of the story, you’re gonna miss me

A splash on the ground, a glance at the sky
I like rum without ice, jealousy is a vice
If I don’t fall for your spell, I’ll be my own judge
Looking at the cliff, long before we fall
Hit play so we can see each other again
I’ll play with the cats, I’ll bring back the winters
I’ll spin the plates, I’ll open the notebooks
I’ll make so many feel that this black guy was eternal
I know this shit sounds, I’ll be a wandering soul
For all the years I didn’t see my girl grow
It’s been a thousand problems, but the rooms are full
If I lost your life, it was so you could live

Long live the chaos, the heat, and the hustle
Long live what I avoided, because I learned from that, I know
As a kid, I turned pastas into candy, the streets into songs
That they’ll understand later
Where I stepped, I’ve left a mark
We’re a plague, fire for the wood
Don’t advise me on anything, life teaches me and I pay the price for breaking bottles
Because nothing happens here and we find everything
Searching for emeralds because we’re made of gold
The clock doesn’t stop and neither do we
And if I’m gone tomorrow, maybe

And if I die tomorrow, I’m ashes to the wind
Hands up and make it look like a concert
I didn’t waste my time, I haven’t been a good example
And at the end of the story, you’re gonna miss me
If I die tomorrow, I’m ashes to the wind
Hands up and make it look like a concert
I didn’t waste my time, I haven’t been a good example
And at the end of the story, you’re gonna miss me