Carta Aberta

You can fight or walk away
I believe in you no matter what
I’ll be with you no matter what
But look at what we planted and what we’ve reaped now
Isn’t it too much power to throw away?

On the way back or going out, every choice is a starting point
Climate changes in life
Inside the storm
Outside the sun still shines
Even with an empty cup, we still toast

When is it ego? When is it ambition?
Your will or your mission?
When is it love? When is it passion?

So many bullets made you the proof of them
So many questions, you’re always in a test, right?
So much longing that doesn’t fit in your chest anymore, right?
So much desire, but you’re not perfect, faith

But follow your intuition, because it’s always been your compass
Always on the road to gold and inshallah

Between steps and stumbles
Hits and misses
At the end of the letter, I send you a kiss

Between steps and stumbles
Blessings and flaws
At the end of the letter, I send you a kiss

No one can show you the way
Walk where it makes sense
I know you still feel alone
But in the end, it’s like a mirror
You with yourself

Always let your heart become the track
But I’m also the reason, so
Just straight talk in your ear

Apologizing way more than I wanted
Have you matured or are you still making mistakes?

Without family around
Remember that this was a father to you
Made you give more of yourself
Gave you reasons to be
And when you want to go
Or when you want to come back
Doors open for you

If you weren’t here
Where would you be?
In sounds of freedom or longing
Or they wouldn’t even remember your name
In a sea of people, you’d be bait
In their plan feeding the statistics

Between steps and stumbles
Hits and misses
At the end of the letter, I send you a kiss

Between steps and stumbles
Blessings and flaws
At the end of the letter, I send you a kiss

And I bet on myself like a block bet
Then I stole the scene, 157
I’m not that kid anymore
I traded the G-Shock for a Rolex

I’m still hot, like a high fever
I keep moving forward, like a lot of faith
Spitting fire, let them know I still have gas
That was just to gain momentum, my steps back

And I’m going after those who brought me down, or tried
Like, I remember what you did last summer
I made everyone improve their writing, like a calligraphy book
So young still, but I’m already a relic

As long as I’m on the mic, culture won’t die
Skill and posture in the hustle
I just wrote it down, it was God who wanted it this way
The best of my generation, and fuck it

Haha kisses

Between steps and stumbles
Between steps and stumbles