Loco pero no tanto (Freestyle session #21)

Buddy, your lyrics clear my mind and heal my heart
Zara, I want to thank you, you inspire me to be a better person, brother, I love you, man
Zara, your music is the best in the world, we love you
I was listening to your music when I hit rock bottom and, thanks to the emotional support from it, I was able to rise up

Thank you, Zara, for your music, always lifting Argentina up
The bosses with the bosses
The hardest pen in Argentina, the one and only, the real one, the one who never sold out to trends
Admiration, codes, respect, and loyalty, the bosses with the bosses

Yeah, and it goes like this

We got through those years, the drums are still strong
How many nights with Satan, that sultan with a thousand loves
It was a good time in hell, doubts and fears
And today a gangster is the one who teaches values to his kid

They worry about looking sharp for the party
And they wouldn't step into a hospital even if it meant getting a check-up
Today you get canceled for being honest, crystal generation
But one more stripe on the tiger, what harm can it do?

Breathing hard for the money, they won't put me on my knees
They say I'm looking for surgery and they fool me with the simple ones
Shot up in a hallway, lying on the stretcher
I fight for you against the demon of your nightmare

They washed their brains, what world are they living in?
They get vaccinated without knowing what the hell they're putting in
And the problems caused by the dose they're suffering from
Heart attacks, news channels lying

I'm already tired, passing the third time isn't the charm
Promising me many things that were never fulfilled
It's beautiful but it hurts, life hits hard
And what's important is always realizing a relapse

I do what I want, yeah, I shut down an entire genre
They couldn't compare this rapper to the cumbia guys
All alone even if the cowboy meeting comes
Never trust the word of a shady dealer

Maybe one day you'll wake up with a twisted reality
If we think a little, tragedy can be avoided
You went out for drinks with the crew in the early morning
You got locked up and left a family shattered

You can act crazy rolling with the forty
Like they do in Yankeeland or in PR with the boricuas
You enjoy, but always remember: Memento mori
I'm tired of the gunfire, I'm ready to make history

I'm a crazy one, yeah, but I'm hard to forget
Like those kisses I used to give you at night, babe
But I know that Jesus and time, ma, will set everything right
Like no one will ever take care of my own kid

One day without you feels like an eternity, I’m so sorry
These things we go through nowadays, just a few of us
Sometimes I can't even believe, man, all that I endure
Days I want to leave, other days I get up

It's another night where I can't sleep
The demons in my head pray, man, for me to stop existing
It's the internal voices, in my room I diagnose myself
Depression without taking Rivotril, without going to a session

Thanks to God, rap is my form, my freedom of expression
And everything helps to increase the terrible pressure
And I won't go back to that place if there was betrayal involved
Maybe I'm happy under a bridge or a sad one in his mansion

Sooner or later, the one who hustled ends up badly
They're all friends when there's a business involved
Your woman became a widow, then your partner fucked her
You'll get to know your partner after the divorce

Maybe you didn't realize I had nothing
And at the same time, my love, I was giving you everything
And that's what hurts the most, and the saddest thing is that the devil dresses in white
And that love doesn't exist without signing papers

They betrayed me so much that I became addicted to loneliness
The shark on this court shows mentality
They think money buys happiness
Complaining because it's an iPhone 13, another is happy without Christmas

Today my hands, babe, don't touch your lap
It's the ties of my ink that caress the Canson sheet
They got lost to coke, to the gunfire
Don't let drugs break your dreams into pieces

One thing I am is sincere, and you know what the problem is?
That if you tell it like it is, you don't want to talk about it anymore
I fought for my dreams while you were on tour
And the truth hurts when you live in a world of lies

I’m still impulsive, I struggle and can't control it
I interrupt my routine, derail and lose control
On top of an armored car, armed with two homies
The world is a real bastard to leave my kid alone

The one who doesn't fight loses, life doesn't defeat me
You can't fool, man, the owner of the ball
It's still the same if from afar it shows
You post pictures laughing but inside you're broken

How many kids die of cancer in Garrahan?
The rich go to Europe on a LATAM flight
Sadness camouflages in an Instagram story
And poverty sneaks away buying a Dodge RAM

Mom, I know hardworking and beautiful girls
Who lost their way because of tussi, pink powder
And businessmen who lost everything for drugs
The love of their kids, their wives

Work so no government affects your wallet
Out of ten, one thinks this way, that's why not all are crooks
The ambitious and the one who settles for being simple
You decide to live poor or die rich

Maybe it's easy to talk when the fridge is full
But there are others who don't have a single can in the pantry
Many who have no roof and it's cold outside
And you complaining about things, ma, that aren't worth it

It seemed like it was yesterday, playing Sega Looney Tunes
Worse things will come, more than what we've lived
Where losing dignity became something common
Where a lyric is worth less than a dog with AutoTune

They no longer want to play soccer, they're playing to be hitmen
Thinking they wanted to silence me with comments
They prefer to party than finish high school
If an ass makes more than a college degree

Dream of having a car at the bus stop
Everything is possible as long as you have faith in the one on the cross
Some days I want the dark, others I want to see light
And the mind is like this, no one understands it better than you

Inequality exists, they say life is beautiful
The poor beg for alms at the door of a five-star hotel
How ugly to fall in love and realize it's not her
Sometimes I don't want to see you, other times I want you to call me now

Learn the meaning of life and death
For every house is a world, they're raised differently, and
But I learned something, that not all minds are strong
The one who works, the one who sells, the one who takes, the criminal

I know what bankruptcy is and dough from waste
After all, they realized who the fakes are
A junk kills you always at night
Caught because he went out looking to steal a car

Those who arrive late home for bread on the table
The bus that doesn't arrive, the backpack that weighs him down
The train is packed, the routine stresses him out
But he cares about keeping the kid, the princess well

The primary and correct thing at home is education
Like every good Argentine, let's not lose hope
While the K's throw each other with Libertad Avanza
The country remains the same, if the money never suffices, yes

The officials aren't fulfilling their functions
Insecurity abounds, there are no solutions
With the people's money, they take vacations
They want to pave the neighborhood before the elections

And no one lends us a hand behind the cliff
This goes for the government, senators, and representatives
In the Central Bank, bills piled up
But they stick their hands in the can for the retirees

You have to project it to achieve it later
Nothing comes for free, you have to go out and look for it
I say goodbye with respect, anti-snitch and anti-cop
No one was born in my country who writes like this motherfucker

Yeah, Zaramay, baby
It's no coincidence they call me The Boss, my love
Hahaha
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

Crazy but not that much, babe, I always walk with my saints
Kid, I love you, you're number one
The bosses with the bosses
The hardest pen in Argentina, man

Na-Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach