Paroles et traduction Baby Rasta & Gringo - Ante de Ser Cantante

Ante de Ser Cantante

Nadie sabe estos ultimos aos como me he sentido
Aun andariegos mis recuerdos siguen vivos
No he podido olvidar aquella escena
En aquella tarde la que vi a mi padre
Baleado, ahogado con su propia sangre
Sin poderse levantarse
Tu ni te imaginas lo que es perder a un padre
Ni con tanto papel podria yo explicarte
Hacer amigos en la calle
En la esquina refugiarme
De masacres escaparme
Hice yo amistades
En nadie confiarme
Sin la ayuda de mi padre cai
Y levantarme llegar a ser cantante
Tengo mucho expresarme poco socializarme
Y en palitroquearme y luego olvidarme
Por mi gracias a mi madre velar que no me maten
Yo...
(Coro)
Si volviera a nacer...
Yo dejaria a atras...
Todo lo malo...
Que existi en mi vida...
Diganme como borrar...
Como reir por no llorar...
Y cantar por el mundo pa mi situacin olvidar...
Mi vida cambio un 20 de marzo
Yo era un nio muy rebelde y problematico
Empezaron los problemas en casa
De la escuela me escapaba
Solo andaba
No tenias amigos porque los odiaba
Mi confianza una pistola cargada
Escondia de mi mai
En la cintura cargaba
Me desahogaba escuchando a los negros como rapiaban
Con mis audifonos puestos en mi barriada campeaba
Y el bum-bum-bam del bajo a los pasos que daba
Y me miraban, como jode que me odiaban
Unos me daban por loco, otros de mi se burlaban
Al Escambron me tiraba
En bicicleta solo andaba
En el puente Dos Hermanos al agua yo me zumbaba
Del tiempo yo me olvidaba
Llegaba de madrugaba
Mi mami bien preocupada
A su sermn le pichaba
En el cuarto me encerraba
Sin importar que llorara
Mientras escribo esta letra
Ahora yo me doy cuenta
Que a ella yo le fallaba, que a ella yo le fallaba
(Coro)
No es facil vivir la vida que he vivido
Mientras escribo rimas, el coro lo hacen los tiros
Pero rimando sigo, si este es mi destino
Y por Will Frank te lo juro que pa esto yo he nacido
Yo se que es duro los que viven entre disparos
En vela toda la noche, fumeteando y siempre armado
La muerte es promesa y yo y los mios lo esperamos
Y pa los que desean mi muerte besos y abrazos yo les mando
Dia tras dia noche tras noche escribo canciones
Para algun cambiar letras por millones
Gastarlo con lo mios y pal carajo los lambones
Pa los que en mi creyeron de mi parte bendiciones
Durante el dia los guardias fantasmean
Estos frontean con las? nos voltean
Pero cuando es la hora de los erres y akas suenan
He visto como se ariscan y sus patrullas vuelan
Me arrodillo en la noche y pregunto cuando es mi hora
Aun no han contestado por eso cargo pistola
Cargo pistola porque nos matamos
Por billetes que llevan escritos que ellos confiamos
El dinero en mi mente, y en mi mente en el dinero
Por que dejar lo que uno es por el dinero?
Por que tantos amigos cuando tu tienes dinero?
Y por que tantos enemigos cuando vas en busca del dinero?
Lo malo le gano a lo bueno
Y aun yo sigo sentado en las escaleras en la casa de mis abuelos
Viendo a los nios jugar
Otros como se matan
En la barriada Las Monjas donde sale este rapero...
(Coro)

Before I Was a Singer

No one knows how I've felt these last few years
Even though they're fleeting, my memories are still alive
I haven't been able to forget that scene
That afternoon when I saw my father
Shot, drowning in his own blood
Unable to get up
You can't imagine what it's like to lose a father
Not even with all the paper in the world could I explain it to you
Making friends on the street
Taking refuge on the corner
Escaping massacres
I made friendships
Trusting no one
Without my father's help, I fell
And to rise up, to become a singer
I have a lot to express, little to socialize
And to get high and then forget
Thanks to my mother, watching over me so I don't get killed
I...
(Chorus)
If I were to be born again...
I would leave behind...
All the bad...
That existed in my life...
Tell me how to erase...
How to laugh instead of cry...
And sing to the world to forget my situation...
My life changed on March 20th
I was a very rebellious and problematic child
The problems at home began
I would escape from school
I was alone
I had no friends because I hated them
My confidence, a loaded gun
Hidden from my mom
I carried it on my waist
I vented by listening to how black people rapped
With my headphones on, I would strut around my neighborhood
And the boom-boom-bam of the bass to the steps I took
And they looked at me, it bothered them that they hated me
Some thought I was crazy, others made fun of me
I went to El Escambron
I rode my bike alone
On the Dos Hermanos bridge, I dove into the water
I forgot about time
I arrived at dawn
My mommy, very worried
I would ignore her lectures
I locked myself in the room
Not caring if she cried
As I write these lyrics
Now I realize
That I failed her, that I failed her
(Chorus)
It's not easy to live the life I've lived
While I write rhymes, the gunshots make the chorus
But I keep rhyming, if this is my destiny
And by Will Frank, I swear I was born for this
I know it's hard for those who live among gunshots
Awake all night, smoking and always armed
Death is a promise and me and mine await it
And to those who wish for my death, I send kisses and hugs
Day after day, night after night, I write songs
To someday exchange lyrics for millions
Spend it with my people and tell the phonies to scram
To those who believed in me, blessings from my side
During the day, the cops show off
They front with their [?], they turn on us
But when it's time for the R's and AK's to sound
I've seen how they get scared and their patrols fly away
I kneel at night and ask when my time will come
They haven't answered yet, that's why I carry a gun
I carry a gun because we kill each other
For bills that have writing on them that we trust
Money on my mind, and my mind on money
Why give up who you are for money?
Why so many friends when you have money?
And why so many enemies when you're going after money?
The bad wins over the good
And I'm still sitting on the stairs at my grandparents' house
Watching the children play
Others killing each other
In the Las Monjas neighborhood where this rapper comes from...
(Chorus)