No Me Soya La Playa

I'm Not the Beach

I'm not the beach
But here we are
Sometimes we don't choose
Where we end up
If there's a branch
Every day is
Palm Sunday
We see each other, we walk
From viacruzis to evg
But we don't pray anymore

I buy tobacco
And they rum
We drink and smoke
And if a cop passes by
Visajoso, we shout at him
What song should we play?
It doesn't matter, we sing it
Hey nospi, let's go
If something, we'll talk tomorrow

What else can one tell
Someone who doesn't live at all?
I feel how time
Hits me no matter how much I dodge it
Pause for coffee and a cigarette
Wait for me to get active
High spirits
For my declining health

It's a good exchange
After so many fuck you's
My phalanges hurt
The world is different or
I'm not the same as before
In any case
I've started to get used to it
And goddaaaamn

It's tough but I have endurance
Children adapted to live
Constant pain become
Maladjusted with
An elegant style
Raised by the old
To the new
Something not everyone shares

Serve a sample to
Cook it in parts
It's a delight for all
The diners
And there will be those who say
That the black one
Went overboard with the seasoning
The usual flavor
For a few palates

Sometimes I apologize
And don't even feel it
I talk too fast
The conversation flows slowly
And I'm happy
I distract myself from everything
If I pay attention to rap
For the pain of the psyche
Music is a good ointment

I keep my shit clean even though
It sounds really dirty
I don't care about photos
I care about being a good musician
Thing of the past to walk
Thinking they're the only ones
A city of cunning
Where the stupid abound

My eyes are translucent
Because you can see they shine
But not what's inside
I close the windows that
Otherwise I can't concentrate
They open the door for me and I enter
I lock myself in my head
To see what I find

I'm not the beach
But it's a great sunset
And I don't doubt it when
I can visit it
In this life there are things
Prettier than your talk
Cheap, black, I'm tired
Of hearing it

Every cloud has a silver lining
That's why I'm giving away
My luck to those who don't have any
No one shouts louder than me
When the rallying cries begin
Whoever doesn't sing is a cop
My throat bursts

Every cloud has a silver lining
That's why I'm giving away
My luck to those who don't have any
No one shouts louder than me
When the rallying cries begin
Whoever doesn't sing is a cop
My throat bursts

I return to the ranch
And take a nap
I lie down and remember that sleeping
Is hard for me, although
Thanks to insomnia
I write things like these
Sleepy and with a
Long face in the middle
Of the party

I talk to my demons
But none answer
I have to take advantage
That they only come out when
The moon is up
To be able to rest
Then they come
Drunk and wanting
To rap
And shout

And there's no more black
I have to play along
I stain every wall
I stick to
No one notices, I'm
Surrounded by blind people
Let me trip on my ego

Get out of Medellin
I want to be alone (jah)
I notice you're in a hurry
Hold on, come on
I'm the Moby-Dick
That wasn't killed by a harpoon
I wanted to travel to the highest
But the plane crashed

Anyway down here
It's a great time
The eternal ranch
Dancing with my Comanches
I'll leave first
So you don't dismiss me