Desahogo

They put on the belt
And hold me back... And they say!

I don’t cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I grab my pen and let it all out
You don’t have to come here and hype me up
Telling the truth, they call me the killer
I don’t cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I grab my pen and let it all out
You don’t have to come here and hype me up
Telling the truth, they call me the killer

Okay
This song isn’t to beat me down more
What’s necessary is necessary
What’s not needed is just extra
I let it out because the world gets to me
It seeps from my pores if you cover my mouth
And I start with those who asked me
Vico C, what are you gonna drop now that they came for you?
They even talked about your personal life
Used your name
Philosophers went too far with you
I respond that if I’ve been singing for 15 years
Against the things that cause harm
How do they expect that because of a dumb war
After all the good messages I’ve recorded, I’d turn against?
Do you think I don’t have enough lyrics
To defend myself and criticize anyone?
But my lyrics aren’t about that
My mission with the people carries much more weight
And it’s not that I’m acting like a pastor
But accept that this genre is out of control
It’s all sex, it’s all violence for competition
And I, as a good father, will protect my offspring
Also from the ads that are shown
Like the one that says your body needs it
Like saying: My poison is what you need
Buy my product, trip out, jump, and dance
And there goes one less sponsorship
Because when I start telling the truth, I have no brakes
Well, sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable
But I’m not throwing shade, I’m just letting it out

I don’t cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I grab my pen and let it all out
You don’t have to come here and hype me up
Telling the truth, they call me the killer
I don’t cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I grab my pen and let it all out
You don’t have to come here and hype me up
Telling the truth, they call me the killer

The politicians
Who kill for their position
They had us rappers on the run
Realizing that the people want to have fun
Now they made their campaigns with reggaeton
So anyone, sir, we already know what they’re plotting
They use us to win, then throw us away when they win
And that’s when we can see the truth
That they work for votes, not for society
They don’t care about the lives lost in the neighborhood
And to win elections, they go to the castle
Hugging my grandma, greeting my uncle
But the past four years, they were hiding
My brother, you who say you’re a Christian
When you see a homeless person, why don’t you lend a hand?
You say from afar, God bless you
But you don’t pull out a dime to fill their belly
Look! They’re watching you from above
The gospel isn’t about wasting breath
If you want to be heard, you have to give them life
And give a good hug to someone dying of AIDS
To the television
What happened to you, man?
If you don’t show an orgy, you’re not in anything
Go walk down the street, see how they are
And don’t say it has nothing to do with their wickedness
It’s the truth
Even if they hide and deny it
I won’t be a hypocrite just to make my records hit
Because I don’t belong to the singers who are scared
Who say anything
Just to get it played

I don’t cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I grab my pen and let it all out
You don’t have to come here and hype me up
Telling the truth, they call me the killer
I don’t cry
If I fall, I get up from the mud
I grab my pen and let it all out
You don’t have to come here and hype me up
Telling the truth, they call me the killer

Hop now find the drunk and rub it in! I told you I had it heavy
Right?
I echo (echo, echo)
I grab my pen and let it all out, let it all out, let it out