Innadiflames - Fyahbwoy

De esos días que me levanto y no van!

No tengo un centavo ni en el banco y no van!

Bajo y la fokin moto no arranca y no va!

No me queda ni un peta de kanka y no va!

Voy por la calle y veo niños con cara dura

Crecen de largo, pero el coco no les madura

Olvidan que el respeto es ley en la calle dura

Será su fokin consecuencia en vida futura

Y voy caminando, encerrao dentro de mi armadura

Pensando en cómo coño pago cada factura

Saco mi cell & call «The Bwoy» pa la hierba pura

Pero estaba apagado o fuera de cobertura

Y si no va, si ves que nada va!

Por no reaccionar, dices que dará igual

Y no da igual hacerlo bien y no mal

Y proponerte acabar lo que quieras y empezar

En mi barrio veo cosas que no tienen cura

Hay un anciano que rebusca en la basura

En mi barrio cada uno vive una locura

Y pocos son los que te prestarán ayuda

Haf bun dem!

Todos los males que en mi interior esconden

Cuando todo me sale mal, me seh: bun dem!

Y esos días que nada va

Recuerdo a los que sé bien que son fren y los que no me fallaran!

Hay días que nada importa y todo veo turbio

Ando vagando desde uptown a los suburbios

Duerme la urbe bwoy, sí, calla el vecindario

Ando como el gato negro que te da mal fario

Luces y misterio como atracción de feria

No viajo yo en esa noria rellena de histeria, eh!

Por todos lados miro y veo la miseria

Les interesa mantener tanta tragedia!

Días que no quiero recordar, me dejaron cicatriz

Hoy yo quiero despertar con Renata y ser feliz

Acabar con cada uno de mis problemas de raíz

Fumando en esa playa con mis frenes ese weed

Cuando me despierta el Reggae sonando

Me mantengo real, yo no cambio de bando

Días que vinieron duros, los dejé bien blando

No hay conclusión, vivimos en modo random

Haf bun dem!

Todos los males que en mi interior esconden

Cuando todo me sale mal, me seh: bun dem!

Y esos días que nada va

Recuerdo a los que sé bien que son fren y los que no me fallaran!

De esos días que me levanto y no van!

No tengo un centavo ni en el banco y no van!

Bajo y la fokin moto no arranca y no va!

No me queda ni un peta de kanka y no va!

Voy por la calle y veo niños con cara dura

Crecen de largo, pero el coco no les madura

Olvidan que el respeto es ley en la calle dura

Será su fokin consecuencia en vida futura

Y voy caminando, encerrao dentro de mi armadura

Pensando en cómo coño pago cada factura

Saco mi cell & call «The Bwoy» pa la hierba pura

Pero estaba apagado o fuera de cobertura

Y si no va, si ves que nada va!

Por no reaccionar dices que dará igual

Y no da igual hacerlo bien y no mal

Y proponerte acabar lo que quieras y empezar

One of those days when I wake up and they don't go!

I don't even have a penny in the bank and they don't go!

Low and the fucking bike won't start and won't go!

I don't even have a single kanka left and it doesn't work!

I go down the street and I see children with a hard face

They grow long, but the coconut does not ripen them

They forget that respect is law in the hard street

It will be your fucking consequence in afterlife

And I'm walking, locked inside my armor

Thinking how the fuck I pay every bill

I take out my cell & call «The Bwoy» for pure grass

But it was off or out of range

And if it doesn't go, if you see that nothing goes!

For not reacting, you say that it will not matter

And it does not matter to do it well and not badly

And propose to finish what you want and start

In my neighborhood I see things that have no cure

There is an old man who searches the garbage

In my neighborhood everyone lives crazy

And there are few who will help you

Haf bun dem!

All the evils that hide inside me

When everything goes wrong for me, me seh: bun dem!

And those days when nothing goes

I remember those who I know well are freaks and those who will not let me down!

There are days when nothing matters and everything looks cloudy

I'm wandering from uptown to the suburbs

Sleep the city bwoy, yeah, hush the neighborhood

I walk like the black cat that gives you bad luck

Lights and mystery as a fairground attraction

I'm not traveling on that ferris wheel full of hysteria, huh!

Everywhere I look and I see the misery

They are interested in maintaining so much tragedy!

Days I don't want to remember, they scarred me

Today I want to wake up with Renata and be happy

End each of my root problems

Smoking on that beach with my frenzy that weed

When Reggae wakes me up playing

I stay real, I don't switch sides

Days that came hard, I left them very soft

There is no conclusion, we live in random mode

Haf bun dem!

All the evils that hide inside me

When everything goes wrong for me, me seh: bun dem!

And those days when nothing goes

I remember those who I know well are freaks and those who will not let me down!

One of those days when I wake up and they don't go!

I don't even have a penny in the bank and they don't go!

Low and the fucking bike won't start and won't go!

I don't even have a single kanka left and it doesn't work!

I go down the street and I see children with a hard face

They grow long, but the coconut does not ripen them

They forget that respect is law in the hard street

It will be your fucking consequence in afterlife

And I'm walking, locked inside my armor

Thinking how the fuck I pay every bill

I take out my cell & call «The Bwoy» for pure grass

But it was off or out of range

And if it doesn't go, if you see that nothing goes!

For not reacting you say that it will not matter

And it does not matter to do it well and not badly

And propose to finish what you want and start