Machete control that for no reason I travel in time, I think and plan what I have been doing. Mark the day, I look for the way out, take what you want, but not what is mine, everything is part, the joke, family, although not You understand, that's how there are more days.
That's how my days are, and that's how they are
my days.
I spend my whole life putting together,
cutting and pasting and if not the
drift, roll with the race, walk me
Carranza, go around the block,
hey! What is happening? flavor...
I always walk with son, throughout the day
there is not a single drop. Always at the shot, arrival, on time I admire everything, the panorama that is in a turn. Because these are more days, complex, Maria, I take the flight as if it were mine, my sights are set on the table, the afternoon lends itself to walk
with the mere artillery, and respond
with a lie to get out of the moment
and find the exit. Complete
I finish, with some patience, this is how my days are when I step on the earth.
This is how my days are, and this is how these are
my days.
How I give everything, much is what I have: homies, carnals, they are all my teachers, and I am never what they preferred, I am what I am, I am not they chose. Life goes by, I follow it without haste, I simply observe what I needed, my life goes by, and it is not so empty, I feel... what more I would need . It was as good
today as I feel it later,
party with houses, neighborhood without regret,
this is not down, it is up to the firmament,
blows and blows and I never burst.
Shadow of day, hard to the top,
I walk calmly, there is no melancholy,
as long as there are ropes, I take out the thorn,
I continue with the band, spending the corner.
This is how my days are, and this is how they are
my days.

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