In the repetition of frustration days
In the room that is a dark TV
I wanted to escape for a moment
Is this greed? Will it ever happen?
For 18 years, I acted
For 18 years, I lived with a mask
For 18 years, I was confused between what was real or not
I look in the mirror and ask, who are you?
Started hip-hop with Deux
Started work por coincidence
Do we make money in order to live?
I’m like an empty glass
In front of the camera, my smile looks lonely
Even though things might seem crazy
Just like my childhood when I went against the currents
I want to be refreshed but I am exhausted por the frustration
I’m...
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