Mi Lado Amable

My Kind Side

They wanted to see my kind side and I pulled out a sword
Thinking that feeling important would matter to me
My poverty is of incalculable value
Their ambition is a mosquito drowned in a pool of blood
I will avenge myself dressing in the mourning of a tyrant
Like in an open war between gypsy clans
I will come out of the cake with a weapon in my hands
Before the bride threatens to throw the bouquet at me
Messing with me is giving a hug to death

Whispering in its ear you don't hurt enough
And it will hardly sound convincing
Knowing that it knows you're lying, huh
Pull out the handkerchief when success cries money
Glory is not achieved by hitchhiking
I barely walk, I have no homeland or creed
My flag is my daughter's clothes hanging on the clothesline
Bro, let them eat, my figures are not revealing
They lick my balls if they don't value me (fuck you)

More than loose phrases are flying kicks
That make you spin more than a euro in the washing machine
I always responded with irony
That when I want to suffer, I'll beef with myself
If the mute has told the deaf that the blind has seen him
It's because the lack of talent is looking for a conflict
Today's illiterates are the worst because they can read and write
But they don't practice. Everything is superficial
Frivolous so they can understand and digest it. Those are
Socially the new ruling class
Although it will always be the dominated class

Precisely because of their illiteracy and lack of culture
They aim at the target and will talk about arrows
They are like a fly seeking applause
If having a job is celebrated around here
It's because nothing is more stable than failure
A voice tells me to jump and another to calm down
The first is sharp, the second is firm
So redundant that they are of little use
When you like to kill yourself, you can't settle for just dying

I had power and never felt so alone
I met her and decided to lose everything
Giving myself there I found the cure of Khabib's humility to Conor
So even the gray brightens the tone
Your lyrics about valuing women
Don't match counting how many you fucked that day
Keep showing sensitivity to the public
But the gift of truth is not to give joy
I like to see them choke with their mouths full

They are the baker at the last minute, they don't have a good loaf
I came to document the downpour
Not to be the fool who greets behind the reporter
Shoot if you want me to dance
Or I'll carve La Piedad on the fangs of a Rottweiler
Or prevent loyalty from falling into the hands of hunger
Or when it comes down to it, no one will know anyone
Your big bro, call me big bro
I never yielded like those deepthroats

I'm still behind the peephole in this peep show
Watching you kneel for the cheese, oh!
I'm from the do-it-yourself school
Self-sufficiency, Jordan in the Bulls
Impeccable like Jim in Man on the Moon
Here if you do the Cain they give you the tuna
I saw you on TV the other day
Trying to mediatize your supposed rebellion
Dressed in an honest face to evoke empathy
You intended to sell and bought what they were selling
Adebayor with City scoring against Arsenal
I was always the ruin of those who came looking for it
I won't assault my morals to transgress
And even less for their fans to come after me
And that's how it goes for those of us who don't settle for so little