Luperca

Luperca

I'd be embarrassed to call myself
A defender of this movement
But acting childish, empty songs
Encouraging a confrontation

Work is the slow path
And it takes persistence and talent
But the thrill is the nectar
That opens the doors
To success in no time

A lot of attempts using hundreds of notebooks, what do you prefer?
That path that mends
Your fixes and doesn’t hurt?

But to mark, to be a monarch, to have riches
Is that what you want? Then cling to that shit
Of war and you’ve got it, I guess
That hip hop is the culture of Respect
That advocates for the unions
Of all who write texts

But there are only critics who want
To point out flaws in everyone who composes
And breaks with what’s imposed
Everyone wants to keep playing the role
Of being the most real in the crew
They get annoyed when you make tracks to sell

They forget that you also need to eat
That you add reverb to the perfect voice
But autotune, man, that’s not cool
Less looking at the speck in someone else's eye
Who never judged the beam in yours, dude

How many have I seen pass
Who wanted to play
At being masters of the game without working
Everyone wants more fame, name, and cash
And forget the most fundamental

I see that history didn’t teach you how
Life works
Success doesn’t ease the pain
Nor will it heal your wounds
I know more than one has betrayed themselves
To reach the top
And then discovered their voice isn’t heard
From up there

Money isn’t enough for me either
Power and prestige, God
Give me everything I want
What do you ask for in sacrifice?

What you seek, I’ll deliver
I’m not here for a job
It kills me not to be first
I endure that curse
I have a vice for gold
It drives me crazy, I fall in love

With the fame that my name calls me
It overshadows the dramas, doesn’t make me feel alone
I don’t give a damn about anyone else
I’d kill for a vote
Of trust from the crowd
To get out of this bulk for girls, for luxuries, for lights

Son, listen closely to what I have
To say
I know sin well and I know you won’t
Get out of there
If you crave gold so much
Bronze won’t make you happy
Try to resist

And that’s the story of the one
Who invested all his faith
In burning others' fruits
And watching his grow
Before going for the ten
First quench your thirst
Or in your cup, there’ll only be poison to drink

How many have I seen pass
Who wanted to play
At being masters of the game without working
Everyone wants more fame, name, and cash
And forget the most fundamental

I see that history didn’t teach you how
Life works
Success doesn’t ease the pain, nor will it heal your wounds
I know more than one has betrayed themselves
To reach the top
And then discovered their voice isn’t heard
From up there

If selfishness were a religion, there wouldn’t be
Any pagans
Fucking trash in growing expansion
That suffocates humans
They have no blood in their hearts
But they stain their hands

To perpetrate their fucked-up obsession
They even kill their brothers
They don’t know what the hell they’re going to do
To get into the best label, they want to shine
Before their train ignores their flashes

The biggest hill in the garden, they want it just for themselves
If they really want to see the vultures
Let them look over their necks.