Paroles et traduction Beatdilla - Speranza (feat. Dego Aka Douglass)

Speranza (feat. Dego Aka Douglass)

Dibujo llaves para cárceles mentales
Vulnerable ante el destino que busca truncar mis planes
Soñando en grande y no te miento
No hay miedo a contarles
A lo que aspiro y lo que busco llegar con mi arte

De graffitero no me quedarían paredes
De breaker serían pasos de baile
Nos mueve el mismo aire
Conmueve el tiempo que vimos pasar en frente rápido
Como esos días frágiles cuando mas los quieres

Se me hace poca la tinta
Y solo he escrito unos versos
Que serán comida viva para el papelero
Volví a encestar pero perdimos el juego
Un vaso lleno de agujeros igual está lleno?

Aquellos niños buenos corren de la police
Nunca fuimos malos no supimos elegir
Cuando menos lo esperaba, la vida me lo dijo clear
Que el rap volvió a nacer en una celda gris

No rapeamos de coke spots
Lamento la guerra que dividió aquellas costas
Se llevaron a los grandes y a su vida tan corta
Pero fue esta música que hizo sentir al marginado como rockstar

Ese legado lo reclamo y que
Corre en mi sangre lo que en usa en el 73
Se sigue manteniendo 50 años después
Y sigue igual de fresco que Smith alla en Bel Air

No quieren creer que yo vine a darle vida al pary
Pero Nasir con 20 pico ya había escrito illmatic
Todo esto es cíclico
No igual tenlo de punto aparte
Solo respeto a quien comparte la misma hambre

Vengo del 3000 como Andre
Un clásico like Preemo con Kanye
Se sienten bendecidos siguen siendo cobardes
Asuman que esto es una maldición
Si no ganas para vivir bien

Speranza (feat. Dego Aka Douglass)

I'm drawing keys to mental prisons
Vulnerable to the destiny that seeks to thwart my plans
Dreaming big and I'm not lying to you
No fear in telling you
What I aspire to and what I seek to achieve with my art

As a graffiti artist, I wouldn't have enough walls
As a breaker, I'd be all about dance steps
We're fueled by the same air
Moved by the time we've seen pass by quickly
Like those fragile days when you want them the most

I'm running out of ink
And I've only written a few verses
That will be live food for the wastebasket
I made the shot again, but we lost the game
A glass with a lot of holes, is it still full?

Those good kids are running from the police
We were never bad, we just didn't know how to choose
When I least expected it, life told me clearly
That rap was born again in a gray cell

We don't rap about coke spots
I regret the war that divided those coasts
They took the greats and their lives were cut short
But it was this music that made the marginalized feel like rockstars

That legacy I claim and so
It runs in my blood what in the USA in '73
Is still going strong 50 years later
And it's still as cool as Smith in Bel Air

They don't want to believe that I came to liven up the party
But at 20 something, Nasir had already written Illmatic
All this is cyclical
Don't see it as something apart
I only respect those who share the same hunger

I come from the 3000 like Andre
A classic like Preemo with Kanye
They feel blessed but they are still cowards
Assume that this is a curse
If you don't earn enough to live well