Lyrics and translation Remik Gonzalez - Con la Mesa Vacía

Con la Mesa Vacía

Si algo aprendi muy bien fue darle valor al que no me decia
Y si me siento bien es por aquellos locos que ni salen de dia
Deje carteras vacias
Junto con la noche que no te fias pura malandria
Cada vez que tope a la pinche policia
Yo de sincho corria
Si no esa noche en el cemento me dormia
Pero nunca me alcanzaron con la mesa vacia

La niña blanca sabe a quien se va topar, el dia que no te toque aunque te pongas en charola pa' llevar
Yo no creo en la suerte ni el azar, man
Cuando me toque no le basatara llevarme pa' callarme
Le falta mucho para comprender mi vida porque la que mas motiva es gente malagradecida
Mi carrera es delictiva
Mota es cannabis sativa, verde es vida
Mi ex-mujer la pinche llamada perdida
Lo que pida no es pa' la official es pa' la consentida
Confundida porque fue elegida por rifarse arriba
Y hasta no ver que rechazo la prohibida
La que me dejo es la chida
No es pendeja solo vieja arrepentida
No hay salida pa' esta pinche vida que me va extrañar
No molestar no me interesa, como la voy esfumar
Alucinar es no pensar en lo facil que es tropezar
Y porque no la piensa mucho el que se que ya se la sa...

Si algo aprendi muy bien fue darle valor al que no me decia
Y si me siento bien es por aquellos locos que ni salen de dia
Deje carteras vacias
Junto con la noche que no te fias pura malandria
Cada vez que tope a la pinche policia
Yo de sincho corria
Si no esa noche en el cemento me dormia
Pero nunca me alcanzaron con la mesa vacia

Quien te dijo que soy pan comido no me ha conocido
Quien te dijo que yo soy tu amigo es porque te ha mentido
Movido pa' seguir activo, le pongo sentido
Como activo delictivo me describo hacienda ruido
Mas creativo... escribo, me la vivo en fugitivo
Y me reactivo recordando lo aprendido y sin cupido
Lo aprendido me da orgullo porque nunca me he rendido
Lo ensalivo y se muy bien en donde estoy pero perdido
La gente podra ser lo que tu quieras menos mensa
Cada intento deja presidentes muertos pero ni uno es pa' la prensa
Piensa, la vida en lo que nunca ha sido extensa
Nada me interesa mientras wache hand up
No pongo un pero pa' poner la cosa tensa
Dance or I will be fucking ass without ofenza
Tu comienza que yo esta noche cierro con despensa
Componerla pesa, pero con su canto recompensa

Nada mas para que ya se pongan a hacer lo suyo
Pendejos hay los dejos y de eso yo no tengo nada de pellejo
Rolando Hits, Rap Trap Records
Hahahahahaha
Rap Trap Records

Si algo aprendi muy bien fue darle valor al que no me decia
Y si me siento bien es por aquellos locos que ni salen de dia
Deje carteras vacias
Junto con la noche que no te fias pura malandria
Cada vez que tope a la pinche policia
Yo de sincho corria
Si no esa noche en el cemento me dormia
Pero nunca me alcanzaron con la mesa vacia

With an Empty Table

If there's one thing I learned well, it was to value those who didn't speak to me
And if I feel good, it's because of those crazy guys who don't even come out during the day
I left empty wallets
Along with the night that you don't trust, pure badness
Every time I ran into the damn police
I ran like hell
If I didn't, I'd sleep on the cement that night
But they never caught me with an empty table

The white girl knows who she's going to run into, the day it doesn't touch you even if you put yourself on a tray to go
I don't believe in luck or chance, man
When it's my turn, it won't be enough to take me to shut me up
They have a long way to go to understand my life because the one that motivates the most is ungrateful people
My career is criminal
Weed is cannabis sativa, green is life
My ex-wife the fucking missed call
What I ask for is not for the official, it's for the consented one
Confused because she was chosen to fuck up there
And until you see that I reject the forbidden one
The one who left me is the chick
She's not stupid, just old and regretful
There's no way out of this fucking life that's going to miss me
Do not disturb me, I don't care, how am I going to smoke it
To hallucinate is not to think about how easy it is to stumble
And why doesn't he think about it too much, the one who already knows...

If there's one thing I learned well, it was to value those who didn't speak to me
And if I feel good, it's because of those crazy guys who don't even come out during the day
I left empty wallets
Along with the night that you don't trust, pure badness
Every time I ran into the damn police
I ran like hell
If I didn't, I'd sleep on the cement that night
But they never caught me with an empty table

Whoever told you I'm a piece of cake doesn't know me
Whoever told you I'm your friend is because they lied to you
Moved to stay active, I give it meaning
As a criminal asset I describe myself making noise
More creative... I write, I live it as a fugitive
And I reactivate myself remembering what I learned and without guilt
What I've learned makes me proud because I've never given up
I drool over it and I know very well where I am but lost
People can be whatever you want, but not dumb
Every attempt leaves dead presidents but none is for the press
Think, life is what it has never been extensive
I'm not interested in anything as long as wache hand up
I don't put a but to make things tense
Dance or I will be fucking ass without ofenza
You start that tonight I close with pantry
Composing it weighs, but with its singing rewards

Just so they can get on with their business
There are idiots, the leftovers, and I have no skin in that
Rolling Hits, Rap Trap Records
Hahahahahaha
Rap Trap Records

If there's one thing I learned well, it was to value those who didn't speak to me
And if I feel good, it's because of those crazy guys who don't even come out during the day
I left empty wallets
Along with the night that you don't trust, pure badness
Every time I ran into the damn police
I ran like hell
If I didn't, I'd sleep on the cement that night
But they never caught me with an empty table