Desahogo - Letra

Harold David Díaz, influenced by the gospel

Asks an unanswered question

Life is a mystery

When I was little, I talked to myself

Mom said I was crazy

My classmates would nudge me

In my own world, I lived, dreaming of being an artist

Seeing my country, I learned to be a construction worker

I never got good grades

I learned from hardship

I always wanted to play, but I was never good at sports

Time kept passing

My mind kept awakening

I grew more malicious

Seeing how they killed

Seeing how they let the f**king injustices go by

Time passed, and I continued to awaken more maliciousness

At 15, I started smoking marijuana

The addiction was so hard

That I started selling my clothes to buy a f**king house

And I'm not telling you this

What I'm telling you

You don't know what it's like to fall and stand up alone from the f**king cement.

I forged my own career

I've forged a lot for myself

I've laid down everything I've achieved

Thanks to Sucre Escucha and Upeksha

Because they've supported me

At events, I do feel happy.

I'm the man

But when I get home again, I feel devastated

With emotions aside

With my heart full of ice

And I go around smiling, pretending to be happy,

but I'm pretending, because that's part of my job

Bringing you a happy face

Bringing you a good smile

But I feel like I have a demon inside me,

Bring a f**king exorcist