Nach Scratch
Basado en hechos reales ( en ingles )
It's me, the story of a triumph and a failure,
Streets where love becomes a scarce commodity
Nobody says anything, nobody says a peep,
In the middle of August and I feel so cold
Vacuum guy, because people are suspicious,
Why are legal if you get kicked every day?,
Why do we always have but the least deserving?,
Why the bastards honest laugh and suffer?,
Why can not I be free but I hurt anyone?,
Why do those who remain in the street?,
And that's where I am protected by mine,
Fran Peace my colleague took me more of a mess,
And now smile when I reached into my memory
Memories of misery memories of victory,
Memories of those people that did not give me a penny,
He always stood up to anyone who wanted to kick my ass,
Listen to this story is the story of my woes,
It is my story based on real events
Chorus
These are the things that happen in my skin,
The days are short I know, life is consumed inadvertently
And this is the life I had known,
The nights are sad as you see,
The fact I can and not to do
Always the same, the same street,
The same bar that is far away,
I look in the mirror and feel I'm getting old,
And the sunlight hurts my eyes,
So I protect myself I do not let the slip,
Give me a little of your time I give you a little about me,
With my micro utensil tell stories of things I saw,
Ghosts of past cast their breath on your neck,
And more bad things than ever,
Envious that pose as colleagues lay traps,
Obstacles, empty pockets, and they hurt when you walk,
Alone against the world and nothing to lose,
With wandering soul and rap with a lot to do,
Not so crazy, so you can grow,
Poured into your ears is my greatest pleasure,
Someday I should go, and that is true,
Nobody talk about me when I am dead,
But I have my history there are many equal
Based on real events:
Chorus
Son as 23-year-old battling all,
There are already 23 years crawling in the mud
Trying to escape this reality that is gross
In this life you bitch fight against and is not troubled,
And nothing ever changes, the days are copies of each other,
The same streets, the same faces,
Always having little but give much,
Regarded as a madman but never listen,
Recalling people, situations and places,
Reviewing my life, based on real events,
Chorus
Always the same, the same street,
The same bar that is far away,
I look in the mirror and feel I'm getting old,
Recalling people, situations and places,
Reviewing my life, based on a true (bis)
Streets where love becomes a scarce commodity
Nobody says anything, nobody says a peep,
In the middle of August and I feel so cold
Vacuum guy, because people are suspicious,
Why are legal if you get kicked every day?,
Why do we always have but the least deserving?,
Why the bastards honest laugh and suffer?,
Why can not I be free but I hurt anyone?,
Why do those who remain in the street?,
And that's where I am protected by mine,
Fran Peace my colleague took me more of a mess,
And now smile when I reached into my memory
Memories of misery memories of victory,
Memories of those people that did not give me a penny,
He always stood up to anyone who wanted to kick my ass,
Listen to this story is the story of my woes,
It is my story based on real events
Chorus
These are the things that happen in my skin,
The days are short I know, life is consumed inadvertently
And this is the life I had known,
The nights are sad as you see,
The fact I can and not to do
Always the same, the same street,
The same bar that is far away,
I look in the mirror and feel I'm getting old,
And the sunlight hurts my eyes,
So I protect myself I do not let the slip,
Give me a little of your time I give you a little about me,
With my micro utensil tell stories of things I saw,
Ghosts of past cast their breath on your neck,
And more bad things than ever,
Envious that pose as colleagues lay traps,
Obstacles, empty pockets, and they hurt when you walk,
Alone against the world and nothing to lose,
With wandering soul and rap with a lot to do,
Not so crazy, so you can grow,
Poured into your ears is my greatest pleasure,
Someday I should go, and that is true,
Nobody talk about me when I am dead,
But I have my history there are many equal
Based on real events:
Chorus
Son as 23-year-old battling all,
There are already 23 years crawling in the mud
Trying to escape this reality that is gross
In this life you bitch fight against and is not troubled,
And nothing ever changes, the days are copies of each other,
The same streets, the same faces,
Always having little but give much,
Regarded as a madman but never listen,
Recalling people, situations and places,
Reviewing my life, based on real events,
Chorus
Always the same, the same street,
The same bar that is far away,
I look in the mirror and feel I'm getting old,
Recalling people, situations and places,
Reviewing my life, based on a true (bis)