Minotauro de Borges

Black running from the police with expensive sneakers
Like Usain Bolt from Puma, I don't stop
Running faster than cars
I wasn't made of clay
Stepping on the sky while they wonder: How does this black man not fall?
They say the sky is the limit
They wonder: Why doesn't this black man fall?
I made a punk circle with the angels
Painted Eden black
Was Beethoven's ghostwriter
Wrote several sonnets
Cut my wings
See my scars
I saw God in depression
Helped him with his crises

After I died with a shot to the head
Whenever a black person makes money, they shout: Bacchus lives, Bacchus lives
After I died with a shot to the head
Whenever a black person makes money, they shout: Bacchus lives, Bacchus lives

Bacchus lives
Bacchus lives
Bacchus lives
Bacchus lives

Museums are looking for black marble
To make a statue of me
Museums are looking for black marble
To make a statue of me
Museums are looking for black marble
To make a statue of me
Museums are looking for black marble
To make a statue of me
150 per hour, name engraved in history
Immortal in your memory
King of poetry of slag
King of poetry of slag
Like Britney in 2007
Somewhat misunderstood
I killed myself in recording
I can do this live
I drink from depression
Until it overflows
Winning made me a villain
I am Borges' Minotaur
I drink from depression
Until it overflows
Winning made me a villain
I am Borges' Minotaur
I drink from depression, I drink from depression, I drink from depression
I live depression
I drink, yes, always, every day
I'm falling apart completely
You kill me or I kill myself first
You kill me or I kill myself first