Sin Ganas

Without desire, without a will to live
But look, this record doesn’t represent me anymore
Even if I feel like I give "where it hurts the most"
Nothing fills me up or hits my heart
I’m tired of giving, without receiving love
I shhh... Not even laughing at my voice
Others dream of hip-hop, or I bring it myself
Among colorless papers, I’ve poured out my heart
Searching for freedom in every verse
And crying for my gift, it’s the gift of being sensitive
That fights without fear, that’s already faded away
And that’s been shattered by the tears of pain
You were the hurricane, I was the gentle breeze
That warned without fury in glass slippers
In that cotton cloud, hate me, I don’t care
I won’t pass by indifferent after all
That’s what matters in this world for people already
I set aside your games and dove into rap
But I think, was it me who jumped in
Or him who got inside me
What do I know if it even matters, today
All I know is that this is living, and my life is my mom
My verse her joy, and if she didn’t listen to me
I’d stop rapping

Yeah! Endecah, yeah, doesn’t represent me anymore, ha
Doesn’t represent me anymore, yeah, 2010, get ready, yeah!