Bboy Hasta La Muerte

It has rained since I started signing the walls of the neighborhood
And although I'm already a little old for these tasks
I have pending homework
And one day I will put my name on the walls again as much as before
Not even the passing of the years has been able to separate me from your side
I have your name tattooed on my heart
And I know that your presence will accompany me for the rest of my days
I carry you inside like gums
And no matter how many twists and turns life takes me
My heart will beat to the rhythm of drums and snare drums
I lived good and bad times with you
He has witnessed the incomprehension of my people
And what does it matter? I was happy painting walls and listening to rap
So it was, so it will be
I remember freaking out over the breakers in Toccata
And my first letter and what I saved to buy my first dishes
And the illusion of a group of kids
With a microphone in our hands, ten years have already passed
I remember Arturo and Carlos Viyola
And I kept the scratch committee alive hour after hour
I look at my hands and I can still see them stained with paint
And the adventure in the garage, the race in the thicket
And the beating in my temple
And my heart leaps out remembering my first train

Bboy until death (x16)

Today I remember my first songs with affection
And in the mirror I see the look of that rascal
Who always carried a marker in his pocket
Detention in the hallway for signing in class
Today I remember my passion
The years weigh, they pass and many are no longer here
Greetings to the a2c and now jake mate van
And now I'm freaking out about the anark spray
And reading Craig Castle's graffiti from Tetouan
And how many casualties have I seen in your hip hop ranks?
Removable Bboy following another pop trend
It's Grandma's Revenge
That she was stuck with the old school peace and love thing
And I'll keep looking for loops on old fonk records
And I will continue feeling the blues, like Thelonious Monk
And in the nursing home I'll be the coolest rapper
I will continue sequencing with tracker even if it sounds like crap
And if Alzheimer's makes me forget my songs
I will continue to be the fucking king of improvisations
And I'll bring the bar style to the nursing home
Camilo's grandson, always faithful to vinyl
I see myself playing the game in the cellar
Beat boxing with friends
If I don't get a cough or my dentures come loose
Writing my name on the wall even if it's with chalk
And I will tell my grandchildren about a cappella battles
I'll be an old-school grandpa

Bboy until death