OTRA VEZ (part. Recycled J)

If you're from the streets, come with me to the fight
We're not just back, we're back and then some
The three of us return, 4 years later
Forever like ink on my skin
Once again watching the sunrise on another Tuesday the 13th
The nostalgia of yesterday forever like ink on my skin

I was already a rapper when being a rapper closed doors for you
It makes me sad to see the new kids taking that bullshit offer
Buying chains with their advance to cover up their lack of essence
We laid the first stone for them to walk on, but they trip (wow)

I know they want my spot, the blind envy the one-eyed
No style? Sorry, tomorrow I’ll hook you up, I got nothing loose
It was special for you but I don’t even remember
Dude, I’m a dog, I take off the muzzle and spit, bark, and bite you

The pain inside and the chains on the outside
Under this black night matching my dark circles
Warm and skulls, sirens wailing, ah
This is the music that stirs the beasts (ah!)

Those three kids with no owner or flag
Back then they said they had potential
The best of each house, the odd ones in school
The goats in this shit, hoe, even if it hurts them

I have a thousand problems and a sandcastle
A skull hangs from my chain
The three of us return, 4 years later
Forever like ink on my skin
Once again, once again
The joy and the pain of three random kids
Forever like ink on my skin