Baby Rasta Y Gringo — Ante De Ser Cantante song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ante De Ser Cantante" by Baby Rasta Y Gringo.
Lyrics
Nadie sabe estos ltimos aos como me he sentido
Aun andariegos mis recuerdos siguen vivos
No he podido olvidar aquella escena
En aquella tarde la que v a mi padre
Baleado, ahogado con su propia sangre
Sin poderse levantarse
T ni te imaginas lo que es perder a un padre
Ni con tanto papel podra yo explicarte
Hacer amigos en la calle
En la esquina refugiarme
De masacres escaparme
Hice yo amistades
En nadie confiarme
Sin la ayuda de mi padre ca Y levantarme llegar a ser cantante
Tengo mucho expresarme poco socializarme
Y en palitroquearme y luego olvidarme
Por m gracias a mi madre velar que no me maten
Yo…
(Coro)
Si volviera a nacer…
Yo dejara a atrs…
Todo lo malo…
Que existi en mi vida…
Dganme como borrar…
Como rer por no llorar…
Y cantar por el mundo pa mi situacin olvidar…
Mi vida cambio un 20 de marzo
Yo era un nio muy rebelde y problemtico
Empezaron los problemas en casa
De la escuela me escapaba
Solo andaba
No tenas amigos porque los odiaba
Mi confianza una pistola cargada
Escondia de mi mai
En la cintura cargaba
Me desahogaba escuchando a los negros como rapiaban
Con mis audfonos puestos en mi barriada campeaba
Y el bum-bum-bam del bajo a los pasos que daba
Y me miraban, como jode que me odiaban
Unos me daban por loco, otros de mi se burlaban
Al Escambron me tiraba
En bicicleta solo andaba
En el puente Dos Hermanos al agua yo me zumbaba
Del tiempo yo me olvidaba
Llegaba de madrugaba
Mi mami bien preocupada
A su sermn le pichaba
En el cuarto me encerraba
Sin importar que llorara
Mientras escribo esta letra
Ahora yo me doy cuenta
Que a ella yo le fallaba, que a ella yo le fallaba
(Coro)
No es fcil vivir la vida que he vivido
Mientras escribo rimas, el coro lo hacen los tiros
Pero rimando sigo, si este es mi destino
Y por Will Frank te lo juro que pa esto yo he nacido
Yo se que es duro los que viven entre disparos
En vela toda la noche, fumeteando y siempre armado
La muerte es promesa y yo y los mos lo esperamos
Y pa los que desean mi muerte besos y abrazos yo les mando
Da tras da noche tras noche escribo canciones
Para algn cambiar letras por millones
Gastarlo con lo mos y pal carajo los lambones
Pa los que en mi creyeron de mi parte bendiciones
Durante el da los guardias fantasmean
Estos frontean con las ї?ї? nos voltean
Pero cuando es la hora de los erres y akas suenan
He visto como se ariscan y sus patrullas vuelan
Me arrodillo en la noche y pregunto cuando es mi hora
Aun no han contestado por eso cargo pistola
Cargo pistola porque nos matamos
Por billetes que llevan escritos que ellos confiamos
El dinero en mi mente, y en mi mente en el dinero
їPor que dejar lo que uno es por el dinero?
їPor que tantos amigos cuando tu tienes dinero?
їY por que tantos enemigos cuando vas en busca del dinero?
Lo malo le gano a lo bueno
Y aun yo sigo sentado en las escaleras en la casa de mis abuelos
Viendo a los nios jugar
Otros como se matan
En la barriada Las Monjas donde sale este rapero…
(Coro)
Lyrics translation
No one knows these last few years how I've felt
Even Wanderers my memories are still alive
I couldn't forget that scene.
That afternoon when I saw my father
Shot, drowned with his own blood
Without getting up
You can't even imagine what it's like to lose a father
Not even with that much paper can I explain to you
Making friends on the street
In the corner shelter me
From massacres to escape
I made friends.
No one to trust me with
Without the help of my father ca and get up become a singer
I have too much to express myself too little to socialize
And in palitroque me and then forget me
For M thanks to my mother make sure they don't kill me
I…
(Choir)
If I were born again…
I'll leave atrs…
All the bad…
That I existed in my life…
Tell me how to delete…
As rer for not crying…
And sing for the world for my situation forget…
My life changed on March 20th
I was a very rebellious and troubled kid
Problems started at home
I was running away from school.
I was just walking.
Don't have friends because I hated them
My trust a loaded gun
Hiding from my mai
On the waist she was carrying
I used to vent listening to black people raping
With my audiophones on my champion slum
And the boom-boom-bam of the bass to the steps he took
And they looked at me, like they fucking hated me.
Some people thought I was crazy, others made fun of me
The Escambron threw me
I used to ride a bike.
On the bridge two brothers in the water I buzzed
Of the time I forgot
I was coming in the early hours.
My well worried mommy
His sermon stung
I was locked in the room.
No matter what she cried
As I write this letter
Now I realize
That I failed her, that I failed her
(Choir)
It's not easy to live the life I've lived
While I write rhymes, the choir does the shots
But rhyming I continue, if this is my destiny
And by Will Frank I swear that pa this I was born
I know it's hard those who live between shots
Up all night, fuming and always armed
Death is a promise and I and my people are waiting for it
And pa those who wish my death kisses and hugs I command them
Da after da night after night I write songs
To change letters for millions
Spend it with the mos and fuck the Lambs
Pa those who believed in me from my side blessings
During the da the guards fantasize
These face the ї?ї? they turn us around
But when it's time for the erres and akas to sound
I've seen them take risks and their patrols fly
I kneel at night and ask When is my time
They still haven't answered for that gun charge
Gun charge because we killed ourselves
By notes bearing writings that they trust
Money in my mind, and in my mind in money
why leave what you are for money?
why so many friends when you have money?
and why so many enemies when you go in search of money?
The bad beats the good
And yet I still sit on the stairs at my grandparents ' house
Watching the kids play
Others like kill each other
In the neighborhood of Las Monjas where this rapper goes out…
(Choir)