And,
he says,
In the city where the noise doesn't stop,
Walking among the people that are stumbling,
I follow my path,
I don't lose my head,
In this game of life that sometimes weighs me,
Sharp letters like knives in my mind,
I'm rhyming the truth,
I'm not afraid of people,
Each word is a direct blow to the unconscious,
Flowing flows without filters with passion,
100% of conscience,
The mic is my sword,
my shield and my flag,
Come to this sea of hate,
they call it the Mareal,
Rushing with everything, leaving my footprint, my voice is my strength,
my most beautiful weapon, The,
dreams are the light in the midst of their struggles,
Denouncing the injustice of the abrupt reality,
Son of a bitch!,
I am the echo of my people,
I am the echo of my people,
The voice that does not die,
the echo of my people,
I am the echo of my people,
I am the echo of my people,
The voice that does not die,
the echo of my people,
Verses are the voice of what they are not heard,
Of those who fight day to day but always despised,
Sing for those who resist,
do not give up and do not give up,
Invisible anonymous heroes who also beep,
And forget when my bass,
my freedom, without borders, Each note is a journey,
each rhythm comes out of the big sphere,
I am an urban poet,
a troubadour out of the asphalt,
If my lyrics are bullets,
this is a fucking assault,
I am the echo of my people,
I am the echo of my people,
The voice that does not die,
the echo of my people,
I am the echo of my people,
I am the echo of my people,
The voice that does not die,
the echo of my people,
I am the echo of my people,
the voice of each neighborhood,
My rap is the truth,
without makeup or disguise,
M.H.

METRA HOME,
And if you do not believe me, go and ask,
write it down.