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Me cansa imaginar

Si pensaste que por hacer beat ya no escribía
Te has equivocado soy culpable todavía
De que los niños quieran rimar y hacer poesía
Aunque la poesía no es realista es más fantasía

Me encantaría que en velorios de alto riesgo
Los niños no tengan que estar encerrados todo el día
Que las balas locas sean saltarinas y las papelinas serpentinas
De colores que pillay' en cada esquina
Que el perdigón sea de algodón en manifestaciones
Y que las manifestaciones sean por arte y no por aflicciones
Que no hayan adicciones

Que no vengan cargadas de odio mis canciones
Si te roban el celu que hagan la coreografía
Poder bajar la guardia hasta en el almacén
Y que la mercadería nunca esté vencida
Que alguien solo se te acerque para hacerte el bien
Que solo hayan fechas para celebrar y nadie tenga que conmemorar
La desaparición de un familiar

Que si se habla de luchas que solo sean juegos
Que no existan derrotas ni peleas por ego
Que La palabra ghetto no signifique eso
Que se asocie a gratitud tradición y respeto
O algo así que se yo me cansa imaginar
Que no te canse adaptarte por ser marginal

El ritmo es pegajoso pero a veces puede ser muy cruel
Y la belleza de pensar no va con el
Y la poesía que embellece tanta porquería
Es porque no hay un concepto e belleza claro hoy en día
Lo lindo es bueno lo feo es malo
Y los millones que tení son a puro esfuerzo
Si claro
Lo lindo es bueno lo feo es malo
Y las redes sociales determinan todo lo que nos tragamos

Me cansa imaginar

If you thought that beatmaking meant I'd stopped writing,
You're wrong, I'm still guilty,
Of making kids want to rhyme and make poetry,
Even though poetry isn't realistic, it's more like fantasy.

I'd love it if at high-risk wakes
Kids didn't have to be locked up all day,
That stray bullets were bouncy and streamers were serpentine
In colors that catch one's eye on every corner.
That buckshot was made of cotton at demonstrations
And that demonstrations were for art, not for grief,
That there were no addictions.

That my songs wouldn't be loaded with hatred,
If your cell phone is stolen, they'll do the choreography,
To be able to let your guard down even at the store,
And that the merchandise is never expired.
That someone only approaches you to do you good,
That there are only dates to celebrate and no one has to commemorate
The disappearance of a family member.

That if we talk about struggles, they're just games,
That there are no defeats or fights for the sake of ego,
That the word "ghetto" doesn't mean that,
That it is associated with gratitude, tradition, and respect,
Or something like that, what do I know, I get tired of imagining,
That you don't get tired of adapting because you're marginalized.

The rhythm is catchy but sometimes it can be very cruel,
And the beauty of thought doesn't go with it,
And the poetry that beautifies so much crap
Is because there is no clear concept of beauty today.
Pretty is good, ugly is bad
And the millions you have are from sheer effort
Yeah, right
Pretty is good, ugly is bad
And social media determines everything we swallow