I'm either gonna rise above poverty or define my existence
A poetic vision, encrypted with a hustler's ambition,
listen dying for what a icon stands for ain't the mission
but a king remembered in time like the savior of a Christian
that's the reason why I push forward, as long as I'm breathing
I will never change like the seasons but give my sangre something to believe in.
Wish upon my death, is just the end of my flesh,
but this soul lives on, ever-last, so call it bless.
Do or die, talking bout you and I. Whatever it takes,
no matter the price nor sacrifice Saluzcion's perseverance
will be inscribed in the book of life.


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