Algo - El Chojin

Fue como andar descalzo sobre clavos

Fue como cometer un pecado y ver que de verdad hay un Dios

Me senti como 5 kilos de mierda encerrados en un saco

Para cuatro, dentro de un contenedor

Quizá fui yo, quizá me pudo la presion

Quizá era demasiado pronto y la duda me hundió

Pero fuera lo que fuera, el tema es que

La arena estaba roja y el cuerpo estaba muerto

¡perdoname!, grite, pero no hubo respuesta

Me arrodille, habian matado a la fé

No recuerdo nada salvo sangre en mi espada

Soy el maldecido, el asesino de la esperanza

No tuve otra opcion, me provoco

Estuve en Africa y vi con mis ojos a niños esquivando ratas

Vivir donde el agua mata

Donde hay un medico por medio millon

Y tienen SIDA cada diez dos

¿como me puede importar lo que creas de mi rap?

Mientras mi primo tiene que ir a lavarse a un rio

¿no quieres hardcore?,¡pues coje un barco!

El infierno no está tan lejos y he sido malo

Diran que he cambiado, que que es lo que hago

Que me he transformado, que me vuelto raro, que que es lo que hablo

Que porque me rayo, que me he equivocado

El rap por el hardcore y va funcionando

Vamos vagos van dos bandos, no he cambiado

Habia una raya, suelo ha elegido mi lado

No quiero vuestro dinero es mierda,¿sabes?

Soy la luz que proyecta vuestra estrella

He visto a rappers creerse importantes

Porque un par de chavales les reconocen por las calles

Bien, jugad a eso, al famoseo no me impresionan vuestros aires de supernova

(Estribillo)

Tengo un nueva mision: cuidar de mi, se acabó

¿quieres mi carnet de rapper?,¡quédatelo!

Ya decidi desligarme de ti

Si ya no existe el Hip Hop pero aun tengo que escribir (x2)

Hoy se que no tengo casa, ni pais, ni raza

Que he vivido creyendome alguin que nunca he sido

Quisé que el Rap fuera distinto, luchar con algun sentido

Viajar por el buen camino

Y encuentro que por dentro es un antro

Que tratan de atrapar en trampas, al tren de mis tropas

Tramas tristes que tratan sobra trompas

Atracan mi trabajo y les hacen encontrarse en trance

Lo reconozco, he fracasado

Creis en un mundo que resulto ser falso

Sonrie ahora con cara de boba, cuando te diga que no me comprendes no te firmo

el compact

¿mensaje o flow?,¡que te den por culo!

Se acabo lo de ser simpatico

He cerrado mis puertas y te has quedado fuera

Tengo 7 amigos ni uno mas y no te necesito

Quizás tengas razón y soy un plasta

Pero que más da si en casa escucho a Gangstarr

He convencido a periodistas que esto es arte, pero no por ti, no por ti

(Estribillo)

Tengo un nueva mision: cuidar de mi, se acabó

¿quieres mi carnet de rapper?,¡quédatelo!

Ya decidi desligarme de ti

Si ya no existe el Hip Hop pero aun tengo que escribir, sabes (x2)

Ay, alguien debe haberse comido la migas que dejé cuando venia porque ya no

encuentro la salida, quizás no vuelva a escribir más discos pero seguire siendo

un Mc asi me arranquen la vida, todo se ha complicado Jairo, lo siento seguire

estando a tu lado hermano, WFN hasta la muerte, ahora toca seguir siendo fuerte,

Norris, Seyen todo ira bien, confiad en mi todo irá bien

«Solo es su pensamiento plasmado en el papel»

«Es el trabajo de toda una vida»

«Con 50 hombres leyendo en turnos de 24 horas tardariamos dos dias»

«Lo sé, lo sé»

It was like walking barefoot on nails

It was like committing a sin and seeing that there really is a God

I felt like 5 kilos of shit locked in a sack

For four, inside a container

Maybe it was me, maybe it was the pressure on me

Maybe it was too soon and the doubt sank me

But whatever it was, the point is that

The sand was red and the body was dead

forgive me! I yelled, but there was no answer

I knelt down, they had killed the faith

I remember nothing but blood on my blade

I'm the cursed one, the killer of hope

I had no other choice, it provoked me

I was in Africa and I saw with my eyes children dodging rats

Live where the water kills

where there is a doctor for half a million

And they have AIDS every ten two

How can I care what you think of my rap?

While my cousin has to go wash in a river

Don't you want hardcore? Then take a boat!

Hell is not that far away and I've been bad

They will say that I have changed, that what I do

That I've been transformed, that I've become weird, that what I'm talking about

That because I was scratched, that I was wrong

Rap for hardcore and it's working

Come on bums go two sides, I have not changed

There was a line, floor has chosen my side

I don't want your money it's shit, you know?

I am the light that projects your star

I've seen rappers think they're important

Because a couple of kids recognize them on the streets

Well play it, the famous I'm not impressed by your supernova airs

(Chorus)

I have a new mission: take care of myself, it's over

Do you want my rapper card? Keep it!

I already decided to separate myself from you

If Hip Hop no longer exists but I still have to write (x2)

Today I know that I have no home, no country, no race

That I have lived believing myself to be someone I have never been

I wanted rap to be different, to fight with some meaning

travel the right way

And I find that inside it is a den

Who try to trap my troop train

Sad plots that deal with tubes

They hijack my work and make them find themselves in a trance

I admit it, I have failed

You believe in a world that turned out to be false

Smile now with a silly face, when I tell you that you don't understand me I won't sign you

the compact

message or flow?, fuck you!

I'm done with being nice

I've locked my doors and you've been locked out

I have 7 friends not one more and I don't need you

Maybe you're right and I'm a slob

But who cares if at home I listen to Gangstarr

I have convinced journalists that this is art, but not for you, not for you

(Chorus)

I have a new mission: take care of myself, it's over

Do you want my rapper card? Keep it!

I already decided to separate myself from you

If there is no more Hip Hop but I still have to write, you know (x2)

Oh, someone must have eaten the crumbs that I left when I came because I no longer

I find the way out, maybe I won't write more albums but I'll still be

a Mc if they take away my life, everything has become complicated Jairo, I'm sorry I'll continue

being by your side brother, WFN to death, now it's time to stay strong,

Norris, Seyen everything will be alright trust me everything will be alright

“It is only his thought of him embodied on paper”

“It is the work of a lifetime”

«With 50 men reading in shifts of 24 hours it would take two days»

"I know, I know"