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Estuve años buscando la rima mas prolija

Ahora solo quiero todo para mi hija

Volvi para demostrar que mi motivacion sigue fija

Que es dificil andar derecho cuando la vida va en zig zag

Mis planes cambian, constantemente

Mi vida es un tobogan y estoy subiendo de frente

Quise cambiar de aire, pero el aire cambia la gente

Cada vez que respiro da un giro mi mente

Crecio mi pensamiento critico

Por estar rodeado, de circulos politicos

No creo en ninguno, pero soy mas analitico

Yo no escucho nada de eso, que hablan mierdo y de lo tipico

Me importa el mensaje, sin olvidar lo ritmico

Dame ese boom bap, un bajo que retumba

Golpes sucios salidos de la penumbra

Sonidos perdidos para que descubras

Soy del 92, bro ese mic pasamelo

Que esa mierda sigue viva really, nunca se murio

Soy mi propio God, no podran decir que no

Voy directo pa los 30 y continuo haciendolo

Estoy cansado de vivir de esas mijagas

Quiero parte de esa torta, esta afilando mi navaja

Desde mis 14 mi mente no se relaja

Tengo mil noches de insomnios dibujando la jugada

Millones de carcajadas y de caras desencajadas

Con la jeta partida y de partes no registradas

Mi cabeza en la salida, mi cuerpo esta en la entrada

Sigo escribeindo mi vida, para no olvidarme nada

I spent years looking for the longest rhyme

Now I just want everything for my daughter

I came back to show that my motivation is still fixed

That it is difficult to walk straight when life goes zig zag

My plans change, constantly

My life is a slide and I'm going up front

I wanted to change air, but air changes people

Every time I breathe my mind spins

My critical thinking grew

For being surrounded by political circles

I don't believe in any, but I'm more analytical

I don't listen to any of that, they talk shit and the typical

I care about the message, without forgetting the rhythmic

Give me that boom bap, a rumbling bass

Dirty shots out of the gloom

Lost sounds for you to discover

I'm from 92, bro that mic pass it to me

That shit is still alive really, it never died

I am my own God, they can't say no

I'm going straight to 30 and I keep doing it

I'm tired of living on those mijagas

I want part of that cake, it's sharpening my razor

Since I was 14 my mind has not relaxed

I have a thousand sleepless nights drawing the play

Millions of laughs and shocked faces

With the broken face and unrecorded parts

My head at the exit, my body is at the entrance

I keep writing my life, so as not to forget anything