Paroles et traduction Julianno Sosa - Desaogo

Desaogo

Oye, esto no tiene beat
Porque estaba preso cuando la escribí
Gracia' a Dio' ahora estoy libretti, me brican lo' Federico'
Que si tú no juegas play, no va' a entender lo que te explico
Yo no quería ser más pobre tratando de hacerme rico
Quería martillarme cinco pero, jaja, 'taban bobito'
Yo me busqué un peso, como lo hacen otro'
Esos cuello' y corbata' que no han tenido un tenis roto
Que le quitan a los pobre' y despué' se hacen lo' loco'
Lo mío eran la' mansione', a los rico' lo' alboroto
Como dice el NBA: "Nunca más vuelvo a estar roto"
Y lo juré, porque de mi capacidad nunca dudé
Y sabía que un día de esto' iba a dejar de andar a pie
Y el tiempo pasa
Recuerdo que mi mai juró una casa
Y que haga vista sorda aunque sepa todo lo que pasa
Y free por eso, pa' to el que la buscó y ahora está preso
No se va a desesperar porque pronto saldrá de eso
Tranquilito, que hasta a mismo el Jehová buscó un bobito
Y el que nunca se ha caído no se levanta, eso está escrito
Y felicito a mi mujer a por ser purina
Que aunque yo estaba encerrao' no salió ni pa' la esquina
Y desperté, porque a to' el que no estuvo, lo borré
Ello' decían ser de uno pero andaban dos y tre'
Y do' o tre' fueron los que estuvieron conmigo
Que a la larga no hay hermano' y mucho meno' lo' amigo'
Un testigo que estaba conmigo y to' lo vio
Y por la' noche' le rezaba, y ese era Papa Dio'
Y aunque los día' estaban largo' la libertad me la dio
Y estoy en coa, porque donde me crie la gente roba
No hay plata pa' educación y solo te dan una escoba y una celda
No soy del jardín, soy de la selva
Ahora cantan pura wea' y transmiten pura mierda
El que calce mi' zapato' puede lo que diga entienda
Y yo he visto a la embarazá' correr de tienda
Y el que esté libre 'e pecao', cuidao' cuando arrojé piedra
Es como escupir al cielo y que Dios te lo devuelva
El piso ahora es jabón, puede que resbale y pierda
Soy del barrio, 'taba preso y soné en la radio
De Chile pa' New York y pronto reventando estadio'
Yo no tenía na', ahora na' más cabe en mi armario, ¿ah?
Y era, chichitumare

Relief

Hey, there's no beat to this
Because I was locked up when I wrote it
Thank God I'm free now, the Federicos hook me up
If you don't play games, you won't understand what I'm explaining
I didn't want to be poorer trying to get rich
I wanted to score five million, but haha, they were clueless
I made my own money, like others do
Those guys with ties and collars who've never had a broken shoe
Who steal from the poor and then act all innocent
Mansions were my thing, causing trouble for the rich
Like the NBA player says: "I'm never going back to being broke"
And I swore it, because I never doubted my abilities
And I knew one day I'd stop walking everywhere
And time passes
I remember my mom swore she'd get a house
And that she'd turn a deaf ear even if she knew everything that was going on
And free for that reason, for everyone who hustled and is now locked up
Don't despair because you'll get out of there soon
Stay calm, even the Lord himself found a fool
And those who never fall don't get back up, that's written
And congrats to my woman for being pure
Even though I was locked up, she didn't even go out to the corner
And I woke up, because I erased everyone who wasn't there
They claimed to be down but they were running around with two or three others
And two or three were the ones who were with me
In the long run there are no brothers and even less friends
A witness who was with me and saw everything
And at night he prayed, and that was God the Father
And although the days were long, he gave me freedom
And I'm cool, because where I grew up, people steal
There's no money for education, they just give you a broom and a cell
I'm not from the garden, I'm from the jungle
Now they sing pure crap and broadcast pure shit
Whoever walks in my shoes can understand what I'm saying
And I've seen pregnant women run from the store
And whoever is free of sin, be careful when throwing stones
It's like spitting at the sky and God giving it back to you
The floor is now soap, you might slip and lose
I'm from the hood, I was in jail and I was on the radio
From Chile to New York and soon blowing up stadiums
I had nothing, now it barely fits in my closet, huh?
And it was, damn