Текст и перевод песни Homer el Mero Mero - True

True

Como verán o como habrán notado no soy un superdotado
Sigo plantado en el suelo que me he criado
Metido en el mercado, invertimos por todos lados
El mismo peso pesado que los tiene acostumbrado

En mi pasado, vivía dando la nota
Corriendo delante de un poli o atrás de una pelota
Llegaba a casa siempre pasado de copas
Con la chomba manchada con vino y las llantas rotas
Me levantaba y mi vieja tenia una sopa
Mientras me la servía bardiaba por la falopa
No me quedaba otra que cerrar la boca
Aunque por dentro amaba seguir con mi vida loca

Y así pasaba mis días por esos años
A veces daba amor, a veces hacía daño
No estaba en el hip hop aunque les suene extraño
Estaba siempre en la esquina tomando valium

Y ahora rapeo cual king con coronas y un mic
Aunque sigo con mis movidas sin authentic shit
Ya no hago money para el vicio ya no estoy ni ahí
Hoy gasto más en este oficio que saca de a mil

Cuesta escribir así, cuesta seguir verdades
Seria muy fácil sentarme e inventar barbaridades
Pero hasta el barba sabe que escupo realidades
Rimar contra mi boca, pocas posibilidades

Habilidad mental, velocidad normal
Honestidad total y un combo con instrumental
Ya no destingo la linea entre del bien y el mal
Lo veo distinto, tengo un instinto animal

¿Qué onda man? Hace cuánto tiempo les vengo explicando
Cual es la única clicka que sigue al mando
Pagan por rap y se lo estamos regalando
Saludos el H y BARDERO$ representando
CHANGO!

True

As you can see or perhaps have noticed I am not a genius
I am still rooted in the home that I was raised
Invested in the market, we are playing the game
The same big star to whom you have all become accustomed

In my past, I lived by playing the fool
Running in front of a cop or behind a ball
I would always return home drunk
With a stained shirt due to wine and broken wheels
I would rise and my mother would have a soup ready
While she served it, she would beat me verbally for my effrontery
I would do nothing but shut my mouth
Although truthfully, I loved to continue my wild life

And so I spent my days for many years
Sometimes I gave love, other times I hurt
I was not in hip hop although it may sound strange
I was always on the corner taking valium

And now I rap as a king with crown and microphone
Although I continue with my moves without authentic shit
I no longer make money for vice, I am no longer there
Now I invest in my craft that makes me money

It is hard to write like this, it is hard to follow truths
It would be easy to sit and invent jokes
But even my barber knows I speak truth
Trying to rap against me, a near impossibility

Intellective ability, average speed
Total honesty and a combination with instrument
I can no longer see the line between good and evil
I see it differently, I have an animalistic instinct

What’s the matter, man? How long have I been trying to explain to you
Who is the only group that still rules
They pay for rap and we are giving it to them for free
Shout outs to H and BARDERO$ in the house
CHANGO!