Sigo Na Sombra

It's because I stay in the shadows
Another soldier who doesn't fall
Take that! Another bombshell!
I stay in the shadows, I don't settle for the leftovers
I go with the wind that blows
They shot at me and missed
They innovated and didn't find it
They saw me, disguised themselves, wanted flow, called me
Do you know everything I think? Do you know everything I do?
So go hide
I'm moving on to the next step
Who hasn't given up on a dream, guided by demons?
Piece under the blouse, cold night behind the gains
Since I'm here, I'll get involved
No bluffing and nothing to lose, you can believe it (uh-huh)
Words are not clothes to be misused or deceitful
It wasn't even midnight yet and a lot of people had already danced the waltz
And what's left for me? To run away from what wears me down, from what drags me down
And whatever tests me, moves away
Voice in my head says: Bk, you can do it!
I don't need a compass or GPS
I know the best route, just like Google Maps
In a rap that goes beyond caps, in an era where asserting yourself means typing in all caps
Now me and my brothers are ready
Enough of standing still
But always in the shoe, there are several
They want to speed but don't even know how to start the car
I remain intact, not static, I know a guy
He who reached so high slipped and crashed
It's in moments like these that a man becomes a boy again
Life is complicated because of this, it's in the feminine
But she has the shine, but they derail her
But it is they that I pour myself out to, love, and pull the trigger
Adult life is about paying bills and carrying a heavy backpack
My lines are my bets, a toast to profits and madness
I know I have plenty of ammunition in stock
But if I get the first one wrong, I'll explain my location
Sounds from other dimensions, contradicting predictions
And so as not to be just another one, I stay in the shadows
I know that my way of thinking hurts you
I can have a lot of kids
And create a team of serial killers
I disregard your questions about me
Going through trials even without being a good student
And fuck the world, fuck whoever's in charge, fuck my enemies (ah)
My supply of fuck you is infinite
I'm in the middle of nowhere, just aiming for comfort
Don't confuse it with the comfort zone
Dry in the storm of blunders
Where one coward defends another
It's like the devil putting his hand in the fire for someone
So I polish my verses so they won't be
Just another name on the tombstone
I run away from false loves and friends
How many people out there have been hiccuping?
Based on real, unsolved crimes
How many pretend to be pure, I see the ill-intentioned ones
But victory is for those who deserve it, the world has been selecting
So I write with the best and worst that comes from the soul
Like a blacksmith creating the most lethal sword
The deadliest of weapons, and when the situation worsens
Record, until the monk explodes with rage