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escuchame si funeral pormi estuviera aturdido sin emotion cultivate peroxide tango lamented dan̈ada no se queme pasa que extran̈o los problems que me amenazaban. sali de la prison yla gente me extran̈aban. un pokito con olgullo y sin piedad la gente me abrazaban. aves piano en procureme a una exclaimed que sera nonombrada sali de aqui de nuevo para mi Jardin de mi so camas. In the shadows where the silence creeps, Echoes of my heartbeat, memories that seep, Lost in thoughts, where the darkness weeps, Life's a fleeting moment, like a dream that leaps. Faded pictures in a frame, dust on the shelf, Conversations with the ghosts, I’m talking to myself, If the world was a stage, I’d be the last one left, With a heavy heart, carrying the weight of the theft. Whispers in the night, they haunt like a tune, Underneath the pale glow of the silver moon, Every step I take feels like a slow swoon, Dancing with regret, caught in a monsoon. Listen close, can you hear the truth in the pain? Every tear I shed falls like drops of rain, In this somber symphony, I’m stuck in the frame, Escuchame, if life’s a funeral, I’m playing the game. Escuchame, I rise like a phoenix from the ashes, Life's a canvas, I paint my dreams, no need for flashes, Heavy on my grind, I’m stacking chips, no time for clashes, In this game of chess, I’m the king, moving with the classes. Faded visions clear, I’m focused, no distractions, Heart of a lion, I roar through all the fractions, Every setback’s a setup for a greater attraction, Building my empire, brick by brick, no subtraction. In the shadows, I thrive, watch me light up the night, Confidence ignites, I’m a star, shining bright, Every word that I spit, got that fire, pure delight, When the doubts creep in, I just take flight, outta sight. I’m the architect of fate, laying foundations strong, In the echo of the crowd, hear my heartbeat, that’s my song, No fear of the end, I embrace it, carry on, If you’re lost in the storm, I’ll be the calm, where you belong. wrong