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Draw My Life Rap

Nací el 1 de febrero de 1991, provincia de Almería
Un nacimiento inoportuno
Mi madre María, mi padre Jesús
Me pusieron Miguel Ángel por un tío que tenía

A los pocos meses mudaron a Málaga
Empecé la guardería parvulitos, todo uno normal
Mientras mis padres curraban mi hermana me cuidaba
Me daba de comer, me vestía, me bañaba

Por causas económicas volvimos a Almería
Toda mi familia trabajaba día a día
Empecé el colegio, pero no me acostumbraba
Yo tenía una profesora que nos maltrataba
(La expulsaron)

Nunca estudiaba, pero aprobaba
Llenaba la libreta de las fantasías que dibujaba
Tenía colegas que se convirtieron en amigos
Pero pasó el tiempo y se alejaron de mi camino

Toca mudanza de nuevo, destino Las Norias
Empezaba el instituto y con ello las novias
Pasó el tiempo y se mudaron mis hermanos
Mi primer amor me abandonó porque llegaba verano

Usé la música como refugio, como amiga
Para desahogarme cuando yo me sentía sucio
Fue para mí una compañera de verdad
Y hacer canciones a diario poco a poco fue necesidad

Sacaba malas notas y hasta repetí tercero
No me motivaba, para nada, no era lo que quiero
Yo quería la música, pensaba que era lo correcto
Gracias a mi esfuerzo, en poco tiempo di conciertos

Pasaba el instituto, grado medio y superior
La música no daba frutos y eso me dolió
Ahora comprendo lo importante que eres tú
Y sé que lo mejor que he hecho es mi canal de YouTubе

Draw My Life Rap

I was born on February 1st, 1991, in the province of Almería, my love.
An untimely birth, you see.
My mother María, my father Jesús, just for you and me.
They named me Miguel Ángel after an uncle I had, a sweet melody.

A few months later, we moved to Málaga, a new scenery.
I started kindergarten, little kids, everything quite ordinary.
While my parents worked, my sister took care of me, so dearly.
She fed me, dressed me, bathed me, purely.

For economic reasons, we returned to Almería, a familiar story.
My whole family worked day in and day out, in their glory.
I started school, but I couldn't get used to it, it felt dreary.
I had a teacher who mistreated us, it was scary.
(She was expelled), a victory.

I never studied, but I passed, surprisingly.
I filled my notebook with the fantasies I drew, imaginatively.
I had colleagues who became friends, truly.
But time passed, and they drifted away from my path, unruly.

Time to move again, destination Las Norias, a new decree.
I started high school, and with it came girlfriends, you see.
Time passed, and my siblings moved away, free.
My first love left me because summer was coming, she fled from me.

I used music as a refuge, as a friend, sincerely.
To vent when I felt dirty, internally.
It was a true companion for me, certainly.
And making songs daily, little by little, became a necessity, evidently.

I got bad grades and even repeated the third year, repeatedly.
It didn't motivate me at all, it wasn't what I wanted, clearly.
I wanted music; I thought it was the right thing, dearly.
Thanks to my effort, in a short time, I gave concerts, nearly.

I passed high school, middle and higher grade, steadily.
Music wasn't bearing fruit, and that hurt me, deeply.
Now I understand how important you are, completely.
And I know that the best thing I've done is my YouTube channel, sweetly.