MUJICA

You gotta have a cause to live
It could be painting
It could be poetry
It could be a novel
It could be an art, playing an instrument
But you need something beyond the struggle
For life that moves you and makes you commit

Thanks to my dad, he taught me values
That's why I write all my songs now
Where I vent and express my fears
It's not about what you have, only your actions matter

When I die, I don’t want flowers brought
I want them to blast all my songs at full volume
Songs of joy and depression
Chapters of my life written in a thousand lines
I want to be remembered as someone unique
Not as a copy of a copy, we look like clones

We listen to the mind
But we’ve always been prisoners of what our hearts said
I’m writing this in a third person, I’m drunk
I’m inspired by what I see in the landscape: Cars and balconies
Sometimes life is so cruel
That I wish those bad times were just my visions

Visions of a harsh life
Of a widowed grandma who never got help
But she faced life with a pair of
She did it because there were no other options
Rap to think, to make your head fly
You know how it ends, but never how it starts

When there’s nothing, skill increases
When there are no cards under the table
They know that the power resides in the town
And in our power to make them perish
Because if we rebel
We make real what we fight for

Where would the pyramids and the slaves be
The wars won without all the soldiers?
Bullets are useless
Without those hands that once fired them
I try to be clearer than water
I’m just the trace of all my traumas

That I know will accompany me forever
But I understand that pain sometimes makes you strong
This song is for all my listeners
Who I know always keep me in mind
That even when the day comes that I die
My lyrics will stay in their minds

My parents didn’t teach me literature
But they always told me life is tough
And even if you pick any card from the deck
You’re born alone, you die alone in a box
So try to be a good person
Because the weight of your actions always traps you

I carry rap in my blood
Like someone with cancer fighting that lymphoma
They want me to be Fernando Malamanera
Eugenia, you’ll always be my warrior
It’s hard when I see my grandma fighting
To run the last stretch of the race

I just want to say thanks
To my friends and my family
We’re sacred like the Bible
We respect each other like the mafia
This is a semicolon
Of the pause I’m going to take
To make my best album
Take care of my son and to reconnect

This is Fernandocosta
A-K-A Malamanera
2025
Back to the roots