[Verse 1]
To think that there was this anger in me, deep and strange
Necessary in my eyes, obsessed with revenge
On the life, as if she had betrayed me, or banned me from the list
I was one of those who danced insulting her on the floor
In fact we are like those people who lie to themselves
Hatred is evil, and fear is its assistant
Even if they hide behind supply and demand
Bitter is the harvest, so bitter is the seed
Useless, our struggles are rendered
A few euros sprinkled, raise an army of sellouts
Ready to put all the neighbors on the edge of the knife
In the name of the barrel, the money and Monsanto
I don't know how to shout it anymore, sometimes the words fail me
I take the pen, the syllables become false
Who cut their momentum like a field of sunflowers
On the ground like the Yoshioka school under the umbrella pine
Understand when I embrace the fragile peace
I like , feel his heart beating in his frail and graceful neck
Tightrope puppets, children of the city
Deep down, life hangs by a thread
And for that. ..
[Chorus]
I sell these rhymes like soap
We don't ride destiny with sticks
We will make this ink flow for those who wait
I assure you, no temple at the end of the barrel
And every day, I sell these rhymes like soap
Come rain or shine, shoot the spot, volume up
Intelligent, furtive and diligent movement
We don't wait for luck, we create the opportunity
[Bridge]
And for that, I sell my rhymes like a soap
I sell these rhymes like a soap
[Verse 2]
Growing up under the seal of silence, few know what it is
Stressed when the pressure is immense
When these walls take over from the parents
Scary, always on screen, transparent, filled with emptiness
So violent was the boredom that the desire to read came
Even when the days were hard, a furious desire to laugh
Writing, sitting at the table, where everything seems so stable
That we forget to think of the worst
Fables were havens in my stages
Storms of love that break out in my stalls
Then came the night on all the floors
My father left to love us from the ©stars
I didn't know how to live, I was busy dying
Blow, see the world, I thought too much about running
Turn the crank on this box to music
Sometimes I envy the state of grace of someone who is not lucid
To fold everything and bandage the wounds, that is wise
Because I will not survive their cages, my soul: a quetzal
Throwing these words into the mistral will do the trick
I will have the impression that they are going around the Earth
So...
[Chorus: x2]
I sell these rhymes like soap
We don't ride destiny with sticks
We will make this ink flow for those who wait
I assure you, no temple at the end of the barrel
And every day, I sell these rhymes like soap
Come rain or shine, shoot the spot, volume up
Intelligent, furtive and diligent movement
We don't wait for luck, we create the opportunity
[Bridge 2]
I sell these rhymes like soap
We pull out from our guts everything we experience and what we know
[Outro]
I sell these rhymes like soap