El Viajero - Jim The Maker Remix

This is amazing, men
No escribo en el fon
Escribo en el ticket de Gucci
Esperando real esa bullshit
Vivió un mendigo en mi corazón
Sueña que camina libremente en el puente de Brooklyn
Con maíz y cofía en las palmas
Pa' que el estomago coja la calma
Cierro las alas y tomo la pala
La mezclo con fuerza y rabia y lo convierto en dollars
El dolor es el precio que se paga
Cubano domador de aguamala
Buscando tierra plana
Su destino son coches sin casas sin anclas
Fotografiar donde no pudo mamá
Aka el pata rajada, la vida baja
Escribe en tu cora con su navaja
De aquella Cansa, todo lo de la mudanza
Fotografías, recuerdos en estas cajas mamá

I'm never forget of the people
A man on the road every song goes
A time that we perform, our souls are made of gold

I'm never forget of the people a man on the road every song goes
A time that we perform, our souls are made of gold

Say ah, open my eyes from these days
Reality is knocking on my door What a surprise
Talking to myself
When everynobody is around because they may think
That I'm tripping but they're probably right
Trying to find the gold at the end of the rainbow
I'm throwing good shit you can call me green arrow
Since i was in my 20's
I've been feeling so melow
Walking throw this path
But is looking so nerow
Ey, let me start with that for a moment
Need to get my shit together fix
Everything is broken
Ah and like a puzzle
I'm in pieces
Just put me back together
I'm ready for the rises Flying over you, yes
I'm flying over you You can catch me now
Because I'm higher than a mount of you
Spinning rhymes that are refreshing like a soda
And I had the force, bitch
You can call me master Yoda

I'm never forget of the people a man on the road every song goes
A time that we perform, our souls are made of gold