T1Ro - Acru, Voyager

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle

A mis nietos quiero contarles, ansioso, deseoso de más

Me gana la ansiedad, primero hay que ser padre

Siempre tendí a adelantarme

Esas tardes y días, de vías donde el beat lo hacía el hambre

Las cosas simples me hacen alguien

Se me hizo más fácil rimar que enamorarme

Aprendí a estructurar cuando deje de pensar

Y al jugar dije: «Que el amor arme»

Que interesante

Esto no lo habia vivido antes

Antes que ese ejemplo con un micro venga a liberarme

Bendiciones para el tipo

Ese que te hace poner el tema de vuelta pa' saber que dijo

Pueden juzgar o no entender mi forma de vida

Pero son ellos quienes se privan del ritual de la rima

Encontrarme entre líneas es abrazar al éxito

No creo en la suerte, le rezo al mérito

Sé que unos auriculares son el escape de este mundo

Me acercan más a él, todavía lo dudo

Me voy de casa y dejo letras en el suelo de papel

Para no perder el rumbo

Las cosas simples me hacen alguien

Se me hizo más fácil rimar que enamorarme

Aprendí a estructurar cuando deje de pensar

Y al jugar dije: «Que el amor arme»

Que interesante

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle

I don’t wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I'm living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I'm living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle

I want to tell my grandchildren, anxious, desiring more

Anxiety wins me, first you have to be a father

I always tended to get ahead

Those afternoons and days, of tracks where the beat was made by hunger

Simple things make me someone

It was easier for me to rhyme than to fall in love

I learned to structure when I stop thinking

And when playing I said: "Let love arm"

Interesting

I had not experienced this before

Before that example with a mic comes to set me free

Blessings to the guy

The one that makes you put the topic back to know what he said

They can judge or not understand my way of life

But it is they who deprive themselves of the ritual of rhyme

Finding myself between the lines is embracing success

I don't believe in luck, I pray to merit

I know that headphones are the escape from this world

They bring me closer to him, I still doubt it

I'm leaving home and I leave letters on the paper floor

In order not to lose the course

Simple things make me someone

It was easier for me to rhyme than to fall in love

I learned to structure when I stop thinking

And when playing I said: "Let love arm"

Interesting

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I'm living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle

I don't wanna live no more

Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I'm living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle

Another day, another struggle