Desahogo

They put on my seatbelt
And they put up with me... And they say!

I don't cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I take out my pen and vent
They don't have to come here to give me a boost
Telling the truth tells me the kila
I don't cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I take out my pen and vent
They don't have to come here to give me a boost
Telling the truth tells me the kila

Ok
This song is not to hit me anymore
What is necessary is necessary
What is not needed is superfluous
I vent because the world provokes me
It comes out through my pores if you cover this mouth
And I start with those who asked me
Vico c now what are you going to get out of what they threw at you?
They even talked about your personal life
They used your name
Philosopher, they went too far with you
I answer them that I am 15 years old
Singing against things that hurt
How do they pretend that for a silly war
From so many good messages that I have recorded, it goes against me
You think I don't have enough lyrics?
To defend myself and criticize anyone?
But my lyrics are not about that
My mission with the people has much more weight
And it's not that I'm a shepherd
But accept that this genre is out of control
It's all sex, it's all competitive violence
And I, as a good father, will take care of my offspring
Also from the advertisements that are displayed
Like the one from the culai who says your body asks for it
As if saying: You need my poison
Buy my product tripea hops and jumps
And there went one less sponsorship
Because when I start telling the truth I have no brakes
Well, sorry if I'm bothering you
But I'm not throwing away, I'm letting off steam

The politicians
Who kill for their position
They had us rappers in pursuit
Realizing that the people want to have fun
Now they made their campaigns with reggaeton
So anyone, sir, already knows what they are up to
They use us to win, then they throw us out when they win
And that's where we can see the truth
They work for the vote, not for society
They don't care about the lives that have been lost in the neighborhood
And to win the elections they go to the hamlet
They hug my grandmother and greet my uncle
But the past 4 years were hidden
My brother, you who say you are a Christian
When you see a homeless person, why don't you shake his hand?
You tell him from afar God bless you
But you don't get a single peso to fill their bellies
Look! They're watching you from above
The gospel is not about wasting breath
If you want them to listen to you, you have to give them life
And give a big hug to the one who is dying of AIDS
To television
What happened to you, dad?
If you don't show an orgy, you're not in anything
Go and walk down the street see how they are
And don't say it has nothing to do with his evil
It's the truth
Even if they hide from me and deny it
I'm not going to be a hypocrite so my records will be successful
Well, I'm not one of those singers who are afraid of them
They say anything
As long as they sound it

Hop now find the alcoholic and suck it up! I told you I had it heavy
TRUE?
I ecko! I take out the pen and I vent, I vent, I