This song is dedicated to so many puppets
whose linguist is making music that the ass moves though their minds are in wheelchairs
reason that gives that they can not manage to understand what I will recite;
the conscience is gone the fashion governs us in them that steal for drugs and in them they open more the legs,
the eternal struggle to discriminate for money
although the mie *** of a rich man is equal to that of a latero,
I know what they said that I am rude but they would be the most applauded if I were a foreigner as many as revolutionaries without morals who would not hesitate to reggaeton dance the national anthem
I feel pa lamber that others have everything while I fuck that I do not have what I deserve zero
But later I think that while I talk about garbage there are children who eat garbage and that is why I thank life.
They are puppets in a crystal ball that rotates in the opposite direction to the needles of life
God damn this era of appearances and let someone tell me where the conscience went;
They are puppets in a crystal ball that rotates in the opposite direction to the needles of life
God damn this era of appearances and someone tell me where the conscience went.
Sheltering me in live writings
and I do not breathe peace for more than conflicts esquibo
more enemies with you and just for trying to educate listeners
that unfortunately they forgot to be people
it seems that my breath is not enough to itself
already seems from the chair one step ahead and keep walking among snakes
whose envy is nothing more than the result of a life full of lies
I will keep away from those deceptions and make my music rap for hermits and strangers
that do not pay attention to the claims or the profane cries of the insane who try to harm us,
today to my principles I am faithful
I keep my feet in place and do not hesitate to thank who I worked with yesterday to see me grow
and he knew that what I write is my reason for being
I understand that there are too many barriers
but envy will always be the first
I know that with a theme, Venezuela will not change, because the problem is in the thoughts, not in the borders.
They are puppets in a crystal ball that rotates in the opposite direction to the needles of life
God damn this era of appearances and let someone tell me where the conscience went;
They are puppets in a crystal ball that rotates in the opposite direction to the needles of life
God damn this era of appearances and someone tell me where the conscience went.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)