A Su Bola - Zpu

Va su bola…

hace su camino…

va su bola…

Va su bola

no la controla

ni Dios, prefiere estar sola

cuando la agobian con sus estudios

sola piensa mejor y ve mas claro

el horizonte le mola

ver el monte desde su ventana

donde piensa

¿por qué el mundo le sabe mal

que ella sea feliz?

donde desahoga su alma sobre un beat

siente que ella va a ser grande

y diferente

su mente repite

«yo seré leyenda como Will Smith»

Hace su camino

y si papá la riñe ya no

llorara porque el dolor destiñe,

la edad solo es un numero

y ella no se mide en datos

su interior alberga el don de los no natos

nada de milagros,

su escuela, sigue ahí por

sus amigos porque sabe que

el sistema va así

y si el futuro trae consigo

pa’los duros ella tiene el fuego

corazón, rojo, pasión, carmesí

y si no lo aprueban que mas dará

se bajara a su cueva y

escribirá una rima nueva

no habrá mas prueba

de que le va la vida en ello

aunque el mundo no lo sepa

ella no quepa

si tierra no se borrara aunque llueva

Va su bola

señor profesor entienda

el mundo le ha hecho así

no pretenda que no se defienda

la búsqueda de uno mismo

no cabe en su agenda

su tienda mis ojos

no venda

Va su bola

señor director entienda

el mundo le ha hecho así

no pretenda que no se defienda

la búsqueda de uno mismo

no cabe en su agenda

su tienda mis ojos

no venda

Su imaginación

no cabe en esa silla

el futuro no estará

en el color de la pastilla

que le muestra

su cordura no estará

en las figuras negras

que detesta ver

porque apestan!

carteles que no enseñan

nada de lo que eres

doctores protectores

de sus aranceles

y que hay de malo

en esos túneles

viajes de chavales

donde la razón escapa

hacia lugares celestiales

su conducta rebelde no hace

caso a nadie dicen

y tiene claro que no

va a dejar que le pisen

que les icen sin sentido

su inocencia aunque

el psicólogo al que le

enviaron pierda la paciencia

luego vinieron los fármacos

pero no hay droga que

cierre sus parpados

ni sus ganas de volar

entre la lluvia y los relámpagos

se rozaran nadar

entre los peces al calor

de las Galápagos

sentirse Dios

aunque no tenga los premios

que su hermano se los quede

no le importa si

le quieren mas o menos

si hace que sus sueños

despeguen porque

lo que lleva dentro

no se borra cuando llueve

Va su bola

señor psicólogo entienda

el mundo le ha hecho así

no pretenda que no se defienda

la búsqueda de uno mismo

no cabe en su agenda

su tienda mis ojos

no venda

Va su bola

padre dictador entienda

el mundo le ha hecho así

no pretenda que no se defienda

la búsqueda de uno mismo

no cabe en su agenda

su tienda mis ojos

no venda

Va su bola

tu que sabes lo que siente

tu que entre el trabajo

y el hogar rompiste un puente

déjala tranquila apoyala

y confía tu niña ya

hace años que dejo

de ser una cría

Va su bola

tu que sabes lo que el piensa

tu que entre viajes olvidaste

su defensa charlas

con desconocidos dime

de que sirve si su

mente escapa es

porque quiere ser

libre

Va su bola…

chavales con la inocencia interrumpida…

Va su bola…

chavales agobiados por sus padres…

Va su bola…

por la exigencia del sistema…

Va su bola…

por la falta de educación de los que les educan…

Va su bola…

saturado…

Va su bola!

¡déjale tranquilo!

Va su bola!

¡déjala tranquila!

Va su bola…

¡déjame tranquilo!

Your ball goes...

makes its way...

goes his ball...

goes your ball

does not control it

nor God, she prefers to be alone

when they overwhelm her with her studies

alone think better and see more clearly

the horizon is cool

see the mountain from your window

where she thinks

why does the world taste bad

that she is happy?

where she unburdens her soul from her over a beat

feel that she is going to be great

and different

her mind of hers repeats

“I will be a legend like Will Smith”

makes its way

and if dad scolds her no more

she will cry because the pain fades,

age is just a number

and she is not measured in data

inside of her harbors the gift of the unborn

no miracles,

her school of her, is still there for

her friends because she knows that

the system goes like this

and if the future brings

for the hard ones she has the fire

heart, red, passion, crimson

And if they don't approve, what else will she give?

she will go down to her cave and

she will write a new rhyme

there will be no more proof

that her life depends on it

even though the world doesn't know

she doesn't fit

if the earth is not erased even if it rains

goes your ball

sir teacher understand

the world has made him like this

she does not pretend that she does not defend herself

the search for oneself

does not fit in your agenda

her shop hers my eyes

do not sell

goes your ball

sir director understand

the world has made him like this

don't pretend you don't defend yourself

the search for oneself

does not fit in your agenda

your store my eyes

do not sell

Your imagination

does not fit in that chair

the future will not be

in the color of the tablet

that she shows him

her sanity will not be

in the black figures

that she hates to see

because they suck!

posters that don't teach

nothing of what you are

protective doctors

of their tariffs

and what's wrong

in those tunnels

kids trips

where reason escapes

to heavenly places

her rebellious behavior of hers does not

case nobody say

and it is clear that it is not

going to let them step on him

that they call them nonsense

her innocence of her though

the psychologist you

they sent lose patience

then came the drugs

but there is no drug that

close your eyelids

nor her desire to fly

between the rain and the lightning

swim

among the hot fish

of the Galapagos

feel god

although she does not have the prizes

let her brother keep them

he doesn't care if

they love him more or less

if it makes your dreams

take off because

what's inside

it does not fade when it rains

goes your ball

sir psychologist understand

the world has made him like this

don't pretend you don't defend yourself

the search for oneself

does not fit in your agenda

your store my eyes

do not sell

goes your ball

father dictator understand

the world has made him like this

don't pretend you don't defend yourself

the search for oneself

does not fit in your agenda

your store my eyes

do not sell

goes your ball

you know what he feels

you to go to work

and home you broke a bridge

leave her alone support her

and trust your girl now

years ago she left

to be a baby

goes your ball

you who know what he thinks

you who between trips forgot

his defense talks

with strangers tell me

What good is it if your

mind escapes is

because he wants to be

free

Your ball goes...

kids with interrupted innocence…

Your ball goes...

kids overwhelmed by their parents...

Your ball goes...

due to the demand of the system…

Your ball goes...

due to the lack of education of those who educate them…

Your ball goes...

crowded…

Go your ball!

leave him alone!

Go your ball!

leave her alone!

Your ball goes...

Leave me alone!