Paroles et traduction Ayax y Prok feat. Blasfem - Cosa mía

Cosa mía

Escribo en ayudas con un porro de iceolator,
Hoy Cattana no maúlla, está durmiendo,
Sabe más de rap que tú,
Pega la oreja si pongo Guru,
Tupac Shakur, Necro, Big Pun,
Si les pongo Wu, Smif-N-Wessun, Jeru,
Un abrazo para el Keru,
Al Langui por dejarme kelo, por ser como un tito,
Soportarme cuando estoy malito,
Eso es casi siempre, eso es casi,
Me explico varias horas al día, a veces día, a veces semanas,
A veces se me pasa, a veces paso,
Me creo un kie,
Cuando paso por la calle me sonríe,
Porque hueles que me quiero,
Pero se me pasa luego,
Sigue segundero cabreado y ni me entero,
Limitaros, alejaros yo y mi duelo,
Solo suelo verme solo si yo quiero,
No es por ellos, les como los huevos entero,
Mi Mero Mero, mis guerreros,
Ni más ni menos, bueno ellos y la famille,
Quien te recuerda quien eres para que no te grilles,
Pa 'que no te humilles,
Mi pa'e me dijo nunca te arrodilles, no te rayes,
Gracias por dejarme por la calle desde niño,
Me enseño más que la seño, eso y mi empeño,
Ahora cumplo sueños, pero tienen pasadizo oscuro,
Me martirizo, me depuro en bucle,
Hago terapias semanales,
Pastillas rosas y también normales,
Más de seis, le escribo y no me lee,
Luego me escribe y ni lo abro,
Un taladro en la cabeza, tal vez en el pecho,
Has visto el macabro quiero que sea en mi lecho,
Que en el techo colguéis un mándala,
Que me marque un cacho, me despido pachamama,
Ser un barco de corcho por el charco de tus sábanas,
La noche anterior, tus acaias na' más,
Me quedo con sus besos, no me sacáis ya,
Tú eres otro de esos que hablan del Ayax,
Yo regalo música y no aprecian el detalle,
Jugando con mi vida, buscando una salida, necesito perspectiva,
Mama, Inma, orgullosa y preocupa yo lo sé cada día,
Tú me supiste educar y el resto es cosa mía.

My Thing

I write in wrappers with an iceolator joint,
Today Cattana isn't meowing, she's sleeping,
She knows more about rap than you,
Put your ear to it if I play Guru,
Tupac Shakur, Necro, Big Pun,
If I play them Wu, Smif-N-Wessun, Jeru,
A hug for the Keru,
To Langui for leaving me kelo, for being like an uncle,
Putting up with me when I'm sick
That's almost always, that's almost,
I explain myself several hours a day, sometimes day, sometimes weeks,
Sometimes it goes away, sometimes it passes,
I think myself a kie,
When I walk down the street, she smiles at me,
Because you smell that I love myself,
But it passes me later,
The second hand keeps ticking away and I don't even notice,
Limit yourselves, get away from me and my duel,
I only usually see myself alone if I want to,
It's not because of them, I eat their eggs whole,
My Mero Mero, my warriors,
No more, no less, well them and my family,
Who reminds you who you are so that you don't get burned,
So that you don't humiliate yourself,
My old man told me never get on your knees, don't worry,
Thanks for leaving me on the street since I was a kid,
He taught me more than my teacher, that and my determination,
Now I fulfill dreams, but they have dark passages,
I torment myself, I purge myself in a loop,
I do weekly therapy,
Pink pills and normal ones too,
Six or more, I write to her and she doesn't read me,
Then she writes to me and I don't even open it,
A drill in my head, maybe in my chest,
You've seen the macabre I want it to be in my bed,
That you hang a mandala on the ceiling,
That you paint a corner for me, I say goodbye pachamama,
Being a cork boat in the puddle of your sheets,
The night before, just your acacias,
I keep her kisses, you can't get me out anymore
You're another one of those who talk about Ayax,
I give away music and they don't appreciate the gesture,
Playing with my life, looking for a way out, I need perspective
Mom, Inma, proud and worried I know it every day,
You knew how to educate me and the rest is my business.