people say original content is highly appreciated on Hive so I'm taking the risk of sharing the lyrics of a rap I wrote during one of my trips, by then I couldn't even hear my own thoughts, the pandemic, the problems and people around me had outraged my mind. This letter arose from a: enough. Since I wrote it, I freed myself, so I share it with you, I ask you to pay close attention to it and try to respond with me, without a doubt art saves our lives.
¿Qué pasaría si te dijera que te engañas para no desfallecer?
Que prefieres apagar la llama para que los demás te abracen
Estás perdiendo el fulgor de la risa
Por miedo a tu verdadera personalidad
¿Te has preguntado qué queda de ti en comparación al niño de ayer?
¿Por qué me das la espalda?
Te lo digo porque también lo siento
La verdad es que parece un bucle
Si estás aquí o allá, te llenas de hastío
¿Es que no hay manera de escapar?
Nunca nada nos basta,
No podemos disfrutar de enlodar nuestros pies sin pensar cada segundo en llegar a casa
¿Cómo digo adiós
Sí mañana querré volver?
No consigo mi lugar
Y no quiero engañarme gritando que sí tengo uno
Aletargados
Buscando contiendas para no enloquecer
¿Qué es mejor?
¿Ignorar o conocer sabiendo que te costará la visión de la vida?
Los que ignoran, quieren saber
Los que saben, ignorar
No hay diferencia entre los de arriba y los que están presos
Somos presos, todo porque nada nos basta.
¿Cómo derrito los barrotes
Si seguiré sintiéndome mal?
Al pasar mucho tiempo allá
¿Cómo salgo?
Ni siquiera el jardín donde florecen mis esperanzas
Ni la casa que acabo de dejar
Porque huyo
Huyo a un lugar igual
Ni los lirios
Ni las montañas
Somos errantes,
Errantes que enloquecen...
Pero acepto, que ninguno es mi lugar
porque el lugar lo llevo yo
yo soy mi casa y no me perderé nunca más.
What would happen if I told you that you deceive yourself so as not to faint?
That you prefer to put out the flame so that others hug you
You're losing the glow of laughter
For fear of your true personality
Have you ever wondered what remains of you compared to the child of yesterday?
Why do you turn your back on me?
I tell you because I feel it too
The truth is that it looks like a loop
If you are here or there, you are filled with boredom
Is there no way to escape?
Nothing is ever enough for us
We cannot enjoy getting our feet muddy without thinking every second about getting home.
how do I say goodbye
If tomorrow I want to come back?
I can't get my place
And I don't want to fool myself by screaming that I do have one
lethargic
Looking for contests so as not to go crazy
What is better?
Ignore or know knowing that it will cost you the vision of life?
Those who ignore, want to know
Those who know, ignore
There is no difference between those above and those who are imprisoned
We are prisoners, all because nothing is enough for us.
How do I melt the bars
If I will continue to feel bad?
spending a lot of time there
How do I get out?
Not even the garden where my hopes bloom
Nor the house that I just left
because i run away
I flee to a place like
not the lilies
nor the mountains
we are wanderers,
Wanderers that go crazy...
But I accept that none is my place
because I take the place with me
I am my home and I will never lose myself again.
Y esta soy yo, así luzco actualmente: Feliz, quiero compartir mis letras con ustedes mientras abrazo esta versión de mí que no está para nada triste. And this is me, this is how I currently look: Happy, I want to share my lyrics with you while I embrace this version of me that is not sad at all.