:c

& si mejor sigo el plan original, & así mejor no me haces daño :c & no me sigo ilusionando & no me sigo deprimiendo, & no me sigo preguntando & no me sigo castigando :c

hubo una vez.

hubo una vez en la que soñar era el paraíso, hubo una vez en la que estar enamorada era sentirse viva, hubo una vez que tuve una mejor amiga, hubo una vez en la que no quise romperte el corazón, hubo una vez en la que descubrí que todo eso se había esfumado hace tiempo.

fuck off.

ahora después de vagar & vagar entiendo que no que nunca será :c, que nunca seremos.

no.

& si un día todos nos cansáramos de soñar & de lograr algo que es tan difícil, & si un día nadie quisiera tocar más las estrellas, ni sonreír cada día simplemente para ser más feliz, si todos nos cansáramos de soñar seríamos robots, tal vez cueste mucho acercarse a alguien & hablarle sobre lo que tu piensas, pero no hay manera de que las cosas se solucionen si no intentas algo, antes de echarte a morir & lanzarte hacia un abismo, que no solucionará nada, por más que haya un iceberg entre esa persona & tú nunca te rindas, que todo lo lindo que un día fue te impulse a solucionar las cosas, porque algo tan lindo no debería quedar así.

mejor olvídate.

para que seguir pensando en algo que ya pasó, que se fue para no volver, que con su ida se llevó un millón de cosas, que desgarró un pedazo de tu vida, pero para que llorar por el espacio que quedó vacío, mejor empezar a pensar en como llenarlo, mejor simplemente olvídate.

like toy soldiers.

girando la cabeza coordinadamente , ni un solo segundo de retraso, la marcha al mismo tiempo, no podemos retrasarnos, así es porque somos soldados de juguete.

step by step, heart to heart, left right left
we all fall down
step by step, heart to heart, left right left
we all fall down like toy soldiers
bit by bit torn apart we never win
but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I’m suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composure
even though i hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
i ain’t never suppose to show it, my crew ain’t suppose to know it
even if it means going toe to toe with the benzino, it don’t matter
i never drag ‘em in battles that i can handle less i absolutely have to
i’m suppose to set an example, i need to be the leader
my crew looks for me to guide ’em
if some shit ever just pop off i’m suppose to be beside ‘em
that ja shit, i tried to squashed it, it was too late to stop it
there’s a certain line, you just don’t cross it, and he crossed it
i heard him say hailie’s name on a song and i just lost it
it was crazy, this shit went way beyond some jay z and nas shit
and even though the battle was won, i feel like we lost it
i spent so much energy on it, honestly i’m exhausted
i’m so caught it i almost feel like i’m the one who caused it
this ain’t what i’m in hip-hop for, it’s not why i got in it
now it’s never my object to for someone to get killed
why would i wanna destroy something i helped build
it wasn’t my intentions, my intentions were good
i went through my whole career with out ever mentioning
and that’s just outta respect for not running my mouth
and talking about something that i knew nothing about
plus dre told me stay out, just wasn’t my beef, so i did
i just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth while he’s all over tv
now i’m talking a man who literally saved my live, like fuck it
i understand, this is business and this shit just isn’t none of my business
but still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute
It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme
and wouldn’t have to worry about one of your people dying
but now it’s elevated cause once you put someone’s kids in it
shit gets escalated, it ain’t just words no more, is it
it’s a different ball game, call names and you ain’t just rapping
we actually tried to stop the 50 and ja beef from happening
me and dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
and asked him not to start it, he wasn’t gonna go after him
until ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him
fuck it 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it
meanwhile my intentions pulley’d in other directions
some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that i’ll be his resurrection
tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record
but now he’s fucked the game up cause one of the ways i came was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it
that motha fucker can get it too, fuck ‘em then
but i’m so busy being pissed off, i don’t stop to think
that we just inherited 50’s beef with murder inc
and he’s inherited mine, which is fine, ain’t like either of us mind
still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us
as soon as we give the orders, never to extort us
strictly to show they support us
maybe shout ‘em out in a rap or up in chorus to show we love ‘em back
and to let ‘em know how important is to have runyon avenue soldiers up in
our corners
their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is
but i ain’t trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered
it ain’t worth it, i can’t think of a perfecter way to word it
then to just say that i love y’all too much to see the verdict
i’ll walk away from it all before i’ll let it go any further
now don’t get it twisted, it’s not a plea that i’m coping
i’m just willing to be the bigger man
if y’all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking
cause frankly i’m sick of talking
i’m not gonna let someone else’s coffin rest on my conscious

& ahora que porfin te dignas a pararte frente a mí, puedes decirme a donde te diriges :c.