Текст песни и перевод на английский Baby Rasta y Gringo - Ante de Ser Cantante

Ante de Ser Cantante

Nadie sabe estos ultimos años
Como me he sentido aun andariego
Mi recuerdo siguen vivo no he
Podido olvidar aquella escena
En aquella tarde en la que vi

A mi padre baleado ahogado con
Su propia sangre sin poderse levantarse
Tu ni te imaginas lo que es perder un
Padre ni con canto de papel podria
Yo explicarte ser amigo en la calle

En la esquina refugiarme de masacre
Escaparme y cero amistades en nadie
Confiarme sin la ayuda de mi padre
Cai y levantarme llegar a ser cantante
No mucho expresarme poco

Socializarme y en _____________ y luego
Olvidarme por mi rezar mi madre y
Velar que no me maten you
Si volviera no se que dejaria
Atras todo lo malo que existio

En mi vida diganmen como _______
Como reir pa no llorar y cantar
Por el mundo pa mi situacion olvidar
No olvido un 20 de marzo yo era un
Ni no muy rebelde y problematico

Empezaron los problemas en casa
De la escuela me escapaba solo
Andaba no tenia amigos por que
Los odiaba mi confianza una pistola
Cargada que escondia de mi may y en

La cintura cargaba me desahogaba
Escuchando los negros como rapiaban
Con mis audifonos puesto en mi barriada
Campiaba y el bum bum ban del bajo
Los pasos que daba y me miraban con
Ojos de 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 madrugada

Mi mami bien preocupada a su
Sermon le pichaba en el cuarto
Me encerraba sin importar
Que llorara mientras escribo
Estas letras ahora yo me doy

Cuenta que a ella yo le fallaba
Que a ella yo le fallaba si
Volviera no se que dejaria atras
Todo lo malo que existio en mi
Vida diganmen

Como ________ como reir
Pa no llorar y cantar por
El mundo pa mi situacion olvidar
No es facil vivir la vida en
Que he vivido mientras escribo

Rimas el coro lo hacen los
Tiros pero rimando sigo si
Este es mi destino y por mi
Frente lo juro que pa esto
Yo he nacido yo se que es

Duro lo que vive entre disparos
En vela toa la noche fumetiando
Y siempre armado la muerte es
Promesa y yo y los mios los
Esperamos y pa los que desean

Mi muerte besos y abrazos
Yo les mando dia tras dia
Noche tras noche escribo
Canciones para algun dia
Cambiar letras por millones

Gastarlo con los mios y pal
Carajo los lambones y pa los
Que en mi creyeron de mi parte
Bendiciones durante el dia los
Guardias fantasmean muchos

Frontean y con las smit & nos
Voltean pero cuando es la hora
De los r y aks suenan he visto
Como se ariscan y sus patrullas
Vuelan me arrodillo en las noches

Y pregunto cuando es mi hora
Aun no han contestado y por eso
Cargo pistola cargo pistola por
Que nos matamos por billetes
Que llevan escrito que en dios

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 de dinero lo malo
Le gano a lo bueno y aun yo sigo
Sentado en las escaleras en la
Casa de mi abuelo viendo a los

Ninos jugar otros como se matan
En la barriada las monjas donde
Salio este rapero si volviera no
Se que dejaria atras todo lo malo
Que existio en mi vida diganmen

Como probar como reir pa no
Llorar y cantar por el mundo
Pa mi situacion olvidar.

Before Being a Singer

No one knows these last few years
How I have felt, still a wanderer
My memories are still alive, I haven't
Been able to forget that scene
That afternoon when I saw

My father shot, drowned in
His own blood, unable to get up
You can't imagine what it's like to lose a
Father, not even with a paper song could
I explain to you, being a friend on the street

On the corner, taking refuge from massacres
Escaping and zero friendships, trusting no one
Without the help of my father
I fell and got up, becoming a singer
Not much to express myself, little

Socializing and in _____________ and then
Forgetting about me, my mother praying for me and
Making sure they don't kill me, you
If I went back, I don't know what I would leave
Behind, all the bad things that existed

In my life, tell me how _______
How to laugh so as not to cry and sing
Around the world to forget my situation
I don't forget a March 20th, I was a
Child, very rebellious and problematic

The problems at home started
I ran away from school, alone
I walked, I had no friends because
I hated them, my trust was a gun
Loaded, which I hid from my mom, and on

My waist I carried it, I vented
Listening to the black people how they rapped
With my headphones on in my neighborhood
I hung out and the boom boom ban of the bass
The steps I took and they looked at me with
Eyes of hatred, some took me for

Crazy, others made fun of me, at
The escambron I threw myself on my bicycle
I rode alone on the two brothers bridge
I plunged into the water, of time
I forgot, I arrived at dawn

My mommy very worried, to her
Sermon I stung her, in the room
She locked me up no matter
That I cried while I write
These lyrics, now I realize

That I was failing her
That I was failing her, if
I went back I don't know what I would leave behind
All the bad that existed in my
Life, tell me

How ________ how to laugh
So as not to cry and sing for
The world to forget my situation
It's not easy to live the life
That I have lived while writing

Rhymes, the chorus is made by the
Shots, but I keep rhyming if
This is my destiny and for my
Forehead I swear that for this
I was born, I know it is

Hard, what lives between shots
Awake all night smoking
And always armed, death is
Promise and me and mine
We wait, and for those who wish

My death, kisses and hugs
I send them day after day
Night after night I write
Songs to someday
Change lyrics for millions

Spend it with mine and for the
Fuck the flatterers and for those
Who believed in me, from my side
Blessings during the day the
Guards fantasize, many

Front and with the Smit & us
They turn around, but when it's time
Of the r and aks they sound, I've seen
How they get scared and their patrols
They fly, I kneel at night

And I ask when is my time
They haven't answered yet, and that's why
I carry a gun, I carry a gun because
We kill each other for bills
That are written that in God

We trust money in my mind
And in my mind in the money
Why leave what one is
For the money, why so many
Friends when you have money

And why so many enemies when
You go in search of money, the bad
I beat the good and I'm still
Sitting on the stairs at the
My grandfather's house watching the

Children play, others how they kill each other
In the neighborhood, the nuns where
This rapper came out, if I went back, I don't
Know what I would leave behind, all the bad
That existed in my life, tell me

How to try, how to laugh so as not to
Cry and sing for the world
To forget my situation.