Making Cuticle Grow Back

Because there are days when life has no color, because there are times when you want to see the rainbow.

For all these reasons, in those days who flee the desire to live for those days that leave you wanting to laugh, to smile.

We have all lived under a black world where lies, social stratagems, and crowds of people watch us look, we cover our eyes with a curtain black falsehood, and therefore not to continue under these tyrannies, to live with wings, flying through skies of cotton, to be a revolution among the masses, freedom to start our minds imprisoned for corrupt politicians and cheap reality shows, freedom, where the music is our sword and our shield books:

I'm still free - Arma Blanca

is my paradise, my prison is my hell, my heaven. I come prepared to take my place, and here I am, drums and melodies keep me boxes.
I think, that's the case, and so solved without guns. Again see the sun, there left his orders, far from the storm bring quiet, sit. In my sweet imagination, contains harsh reality, something that is priceless in the land of gold. It is my greatest treasure my last secret. I just believe in what I saw and what I played, in lines placed in the park, between blocks.

Hard times, between buildings, gray days, it's the same persecution, from the same streets. See eye crosses analyzing details, there, where there are no laws or kings to serve. Time passed and it is easy to remember anything, every step I take today, new lines are drawn. Only Hip-Hop, music looking for something in here, and to understand what is the center my movements. And listen to time, that tells a story, or failure or glory, are the days that you hate.

is my paradise, when you look good, you see my smile. It is my prison, when I close and go in a hurry. It is my hell, when the notebook I do not understand.
is my heaven, my awakening, I am still free.

is my paradise, when you look good, you see my smile. It is my prison, when I close and go in a hurry. It is my hell, when the notebook I do not understand.
is my heaven, my awakening, I am still free.

Here I am, crossing the bridge came to erase the line, to see how the image world. Poverty in Guinea, yeah, see my channels to guide tides. Read more tasks, and are tracked hectares, ten, my pure nectar connect microphones. A crown no king I thy law in the operating room and not profane the temple. Returned to your image so that everything fits, talking to my angel. Sitting on my bed in another quiet evening, accompanied by a notebook
and eyes that watch.

pillow talk with my poetry, so is my life, born to be MC and joining what another divide. It is sort out my head a little hollow, my lyrical gift, if it turns out unscathed. Land dear, faithful memory of a flight. Care
forms and do not leave the game, sounding close, maybe the wind brought up my job. And this is how I relax, not only leaves extracted clock for you ojees. Take my hand and do not get mad, no, stay on the sidelines.


is my paradise, when you look good, you see my smile. It is my prison, when I close and go in a hurry. It is my hell, when the notebook I do not understand.
is my heaven, my awakening, I am still free.

is my paradise, when you look good, you see my smile. It is my prison, when I close and go in a hurry. It is my hell, when the notebook I do not understand.
is my heaven, my awakening, I am still free.

Today I go back and watch from a distance, bring goods back, new substances just in time. It is the fragrance that surrounds me, remember never too late if it's back. What do you think?, Do not you get tired of old promises? You know that on my desk is in your gates, including Valdes, the rope was there in my neck, are the stuff of dreams. You wake up and everything is so strange, look at the world and he tells me that secret, fuck the mic is the challenge of a restless youth.

And so I return to conquer, to think before speaking again on a pace, and not to judge you. Today I am alone, Lom C is a single symbol. No pain, far from that circle, I found encouragement, and I have the helm of my words and actions. Calculations are accurate, get ready for impact. Intact heart away so many stories, the solution is in me. Me and my business is tradition in my room, rhymes steel. Today I talk, is what I want, and will not expire.

is my paradise, when you look good, you see my smile. It is my prison, when I close and go in a hurry. It is my hell, when the notebook I do not understand.
is my heaven, my awakening, I am still free.

is my paradise, when you look good, you see my smile. It is my prison, when I close and go in a hurry. It is my hell, when the notebook I do not understand.
is my heaven, my awakening, I am still free.

I'm still free, I'm still free. I'm still free, I'm still free.