My way of pulling, check, that I win them my way,
and candle that from autumn to spring,
you will not find another song that is more powerful and sincere,
it's my way of guiding him,
without boconiar that I am going to massacre them or watch them,
I bring the rule to wake you up,
aver if I can of fantacy lebantarlos. (Bis)
1997 the tiraera was on the stick in the rap and I was on the line,
I did not have the moral to be opining,
so I stayed silent analyzing,
that someday I would give you what is my opinion,
but first I would change my condition,
to sing from another point of view,
not as a violent vico but as a passive vico,
I made the list, what I had to change,
and I saw that from my land I had to move,
I came to stop with my family to the city of Orlando,
and little by little I could see that he was already changing,
where the 98 had arrived was ready
and my production had already recorded it,
taking many people out of the open,
with a production that titles the one that had died,
I did not have a synoptic message neither psychic,
and did not talk about anyone in specific,
I was witnessing with my physicist but some singers
it stunk like acrylic,
and one of them that I've always liked,
that I had even cut close to tears.
of my person I leave recorded defamations with things
I had not confirmed, I asked,
What would Christ do in this case? Would his steps be revealed or taken care of?
it took me time to hold on without throwing bombs,
but I learned that with love you have to give the cantazos.
my way of pulling .......... (bis)
As it says is 2004,
the tiraera is still alive and has been for a long time,
since they made me a victim years have passed,
And if he let me hang up, what would be the damage?
Maybe I'd start playing the role of a gunslinger,
singing lyrics to kill although it is not sincere,
my life would be only a mystery,
Maybe he went to a hospital or ended up in a cemetery,
because the war cries what they bring is war,
and if I'm fighting what good I give my land,
that I would tell a son of mine to take out a weapon,
when my lips are shot and not calm,
but people love him because he entertains her,
but when the day comes when death comes,
they ask themselves 'who was the one who killed my baby'?
but never supervise the cd they have,
would they say directly to condemn them,
threaten to shoot him for the hundred,
but on the contrary I wish you what keeps us,
the bread of life so come to dine,
what I sow is what I harvest, that is a fact,
I can not be birao and walk straight,
I can not pretend to get someone out of the ceiling,
and not think that it is possible that I explode my chest,
I have already brought you this same subject,
but there are singers who do not understand this message,
I come with a white flag inside my luggage,
so that they understand and pa to fit.
my way of pulling .............
Check the people around you,
Study your hearts well for you to see,
that their friendship is composed of bad tricks
who greet you and then against you, siseņa memete.
they do not put cane in the maturity, so it is,
nor do they know where their feet are walking,
Minds of pampering do not come close to arguing with people
that they know so they do not get hurt
Light comes out of my mind to be encouraged,
from his he gets mud when they squeeze her,
his sinsaņeo does not oppress me, they will not make me throw again
and to fight oblige me, my vision is too big,
If you search me, you will see that there is no gun with me,
what I bring is knowledge that expands,
For more sisaņa that you send me, I go pa 'lante,
pa tras ni pa 'cojer impulse,
I have coffee that I sweeten with my cristocin,
with my song that is not war but a speech,
so that those who believe themselves to be rambo take their course, and as they expel,
the ignorant of my house, who with my lyric my beloved race attracts me,
what's the matter, get the hang of this, that this is molasses.
my way of shooting .......
Only among all we can make this a better place :)