This song is dedicated to so many puppets
whose linguist is making music that the ass moves
although their minds are in wheelchairs
reason that will make it impossible for them to understand what I will recite;
the conscience is gone the fashion governs us
in them who steal for drugs and in them open more legs,
the eternal struggle to discriminate for money
Although the mie *** of a miss smells like a latero,
I know those who said I'm rude
they would be the most applauded if I were a foreigner
like many and that revolutionaries without moral
that they would not hesitate to reggaeton dance the national anthem
I feel bad when I see that others have everything
while I fuck that I do not have what I think I deserve
but then I think that while I talk trash
there are children who eat garbage and that's why I thank life.
They are puppets in a spinning crystal ball
in the opposite direction to the needles of life
God damn this era of appearances
and someone tell me
where the conscience went;
They are puppets in a spinning crystal ball
in the opposite direction to the needles of life
God damn this era of appearances
and have someone tell me where the conscience went.
Sheltering me in live writings
and I do not breathe peace for more than elusive conflicts
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
now stand on the chair one step ahead and follow
walking among snakes
whose envy is no more
that the result of a life full of lies
I will keep moving away from those deceptions
and I'll make my rap music for hermits and strangers
who do not pay attention to complaints or profane cries
of 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
whom I helped 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 it will not change Venezuela
for the problem is in the thoughts, not in the borders.
They are puppets in a spinning crystal ball
in the opposite direction to the needles of life
God damn this era of appearances
and that someone tell me where the conscience went;
They are puppets in a spinning crystal ball
in the opposite direction to the needles of life
God damn this era of appearances
and have someone tell me where the conscience went.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)