Balada Para No Dormir
[Gambeta]
Interrumpimos esta transmisión en nombre del insomnio
Reporteros de la calle hablarán sin adornos
Le pondrán a la dulce mandarina los grados de alcohol que le faltan para ser veneno, así es mi vida y rima
¡Imagina! Que no es la ley, es el que la crea el que la corrompe, brinda y se siente un rey. Que no son ellos, eres tú el que ha sido irrespetado
Televisivamente embrutecido y estafado
Que no es la espada, es el guerrero el que gana las batallas
Y expone su cuello al duelo antes que a una medalla
Que no es la escuela, son los historiadores
Los que por educación te enseñaron sus errores
No es la revolución la causante de la guerra
Son la partida de inconscientes que matan en nombre de ella
Que no es la patria la que cojea
Es la justicia la que pisa una mina
Y camina pero no llega, o sea niño no creas
Santa Claus no viene a tu pueblo por miedo ¡No!
No viene porque no hay chimeneas
No es la vida fea, es lo que la compone
Famosos donan sus compasiones
Lo malo es que eso no se come
Te dedico esta balada para no dormir
No es la típica canción de amor pa' el infeliz
Son mis silencios, mis noches de insomnio escribiendo
Bregando a conciliar el sueño de sobrevivir
Te dedico esta balada para no dormir
No es la típica canción de amor pa' el infeliz
Son mis silencios, mis noches de insomnio escribiendo
Bregando a conciliar el sueño de sobrevivir
[Kaztro]
Directamente desde el sitio de los hechos
No hay derechos pa' aceptar la mala información, pues
La necesidad no tiene porqué dar su mano con la humillación
El titular de hoy es: No es la enfermedad la que muerte sella
Son los que con pesar buscan el provecho de ella
El niño no ha crecido mal, señor
Es el mal criado de su padre que la obediencia le compró
No es la mala compañía es
Que ahora es comercial hacerse el ignorante
Las modas si incomodan, en un futuro ten presente lo que esta boca te decía
Que en un pasado igual de torpe te veías
Un pobre barrio ladrones no te trajo
Son tus lujos, moto, celular, los que valorizan tu trabajo
No es que el terco no se quiera ya aliviar
Es el médico que decide que bolsillo hay que operar
No es la pobreza la que te define
Es la baja autoestima que te influye la TV y el cine
¡Cual! Que el jefe ayuda a los demás
Si es la clase obrera que hace a su empresa funcionar
Te dedico esta balada para no dormir
No es la típica canción de amor pa' el infeliz
Son mis silencios, mis noches de insomnio escribiendo
Bregando a conciliar el sueño de sobrevivir
Te dedico esta balada para no dormir
No es la típica canción de amor pa' el infeliz
Son mis silencios, mis noches de insomnio escribiendo
Bregando a conciliar el sueño de sobrevivir
[Gambeta]
No es la lanza es la puntería del indio
Real no es el que dice que es real
Real es el que no se rindió, no se vendió
No me entendió. En mi expendio ¡Se lo explico!
Después de este incendio, a ver si aprendió
Te dedico este grito al despertar
Esta balada es una bala sin reversa directo al occipital
[Kaztro]
Y al hospital fue a parar
El que copiar es primordial
Ya no hay cura pa' esta dura liteRAPtura que asegura
Que de ciertas cosas no se quieren dar algunos cuenta
Porque la impotencia ahí mismo los enfrenta
A que no hagas nada o tu intento pierda todo
Yo lo intento todo al fin de cuentas, no pierdo nada
[Kaztro y Gambeta]
No es la olla en la cocina, es la receta
No es la A y la B es de la A a la Z
No es la riqueza, el respeto es para el que respeta
Es Fa-zeta, es Askahp, es Kaztro, es Gambeta y ya
Ballad For Not Sleeping
[Dribble]
We interrupt this broadcast in the name of insomnia
Street reporters will speak without embellishments
They will add the degrees of alcohol that the sweet tangerine lacks to be poison, that's how my life goes and rhymes
Imagine! It's not the law, it's the one who creates it, corrupts it, toasts and feels like a king. It's not them, it's you who has been disrespected
Televisionally dulled and swindled
It's not the sword, it's the warrior who wins battles
And exposes his neck to the duel before a medal
It's not the school, it's the historians
Who, for education, taught you their mistakes
It's not the revolution that causes war
It's the group of unconscious people who kill in its name
It's not the homeland that limps
It's justice that steps on a mine
And walks but doesn't arrive, so kid, don't believe
Santa Claus doesn't come to your town out of fear! No!
He doesn't come because there are no chimneys
It's not life that's ugly, it's what composes it
Celebrities donate their compassion
The bad thing is that it's not edible
I dedicate this ballad to not sleep
It's not the typical love song for the unhappy
It's my silences, my sleepless nights writing
Struggling to fall asleep to survive
I dedicate this ballad to not sleep
It's not the typical love song for the unhappy
It's my silences, my sleepless nights writing
Struggling to fall asleep to survive
[Kaztro]
Directly from the scene
There are no rights to accept bad information, well
The need doesn't have to shake hands with humiliation
Today's headline is: It's not the disease that seals death
It's those who sadly seek profit from it
The child hasn't grown up wrong, sir
It's the poorly raised by his father who bought him obedience
It's not the bad company, it's
That now it's commercial to act ignorant
Trends bother, in the future, remember what this mouth told you
That in a similarly clumsy past, you looked
A poor neighborhood didn't bring thieves to you
It's your luxuries, motorcycle, cell phone, that value your work
It's not that the stubborn doesn't want to heal
It's the doctor who decides which pocket to operate on
It's not poverty that defines you
It's the low self-esteem influenced by TV and movies
What! The boss helps others
If it's the working class that makes his company work
I dedicate this ballad to not sleep
It's not the typical love song for the unhappy
It's my silences, my sleepless nights writing
Struggling to fall asleep to survive
I dedicate this ballad to not sleep
It's not the typical love song for the unhappy
It's my silences, my sleepless nights writing
Struggling to fall asleep to survive
[Dribble]
It's not the spear, it's the aim of the Indian
Real is not the one who says he's real
Real is the one who didn't give up, didn't sell out
You didn't understand me. In my sale, I'll explain it to you!
After this fire, let's see if you learned
I dedicate this shout upon waking
This ballad is a bullet with no way back straight to the occipital
[Kaztro]
And to the hospital he went
Copying is no longer essential
There's no cure for this tough liteRAPture that ensures
That some things some don't want to realize
Because helplessness confronts them right there
To either do nothing or lose everything
I try everything in the end, I lose nothing
[Kaztro and Dribble]
It's not the pot in the kitchen, it's the recipe
It's not A and B, it's from A to Z
It's not wealth, respect is for those who respect
It's Fa-zeta, it's Askahp, it's Kaztro, it's Dribble, and that's it