My poor poor people
It is very early and the ready worker is already going to work
Well, you have to look for bread
you seat the bus station to the old woman
that surely also goes to work
And the housewives already wrap the arepitas
we fight in the good they go to breakfast
the sun came out, the sun came out the neighborhood and woke up
the coffee perfumes the ranches and the alley
The newspaper is bought at the traffic light
pa ?? be aware of the most tragic crimes
And the traffic that also wakes up early
it seems to be worse when we're short on time
And the kids will teach him to add, subtract, multiply and divide
without knowing that being a child is the coolest thing
Innocents with hopes of arising
CHORUS
THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO THE POOR DISTRICT POOR PEOPLE
FOR MY DISTRICT FOR MY PEOPLE THOSE WHO TO SAY
THEY FIGHT FOR THE BREAD
Brother of the world who dreams of being able to dream
it is pa my poor poor people
this song is dedicated to the poor neighborhood
Brother of the world who dreams of being able to dream
And it is that in the neighborhood they are heard
sauces, meringues and tobacco
Real hip hop, vallenatos drums
in broad daylight and police and his mistreatment that ASCO gives!
maybe that's why they call them toads
Meanwhile Grandpa sees smiling reflective
to children to play thankful to still be alive
and the neighbors meet on the sidewalk but the baseball game
what happens when there is no novel
The lord of the cellar has to close early
because there are so many poor noblemen as there are so many bad men
who abuse and who abuse producing crying
of brothers who fight
THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO THE POOR DISTRICT POOR PEOPLE
this song is for the poor who are noble
THIS SONG IS FOR WOMEN AND MEN
Brother of the world who dreams of being able to dream
Sometimes I think they forgot the neighborhood
Our leaders and powerful businessmen
that they can not stop the crime that is killing little by little
brothers in my neighborhood
The ranchitos that decide streets that spoke
playing soccer barefoot with legs spread
the dona frightened because the street is a danger
and it's easier to get a gun than a book
My poor poor people live in the neighborhood
in scarce work
because the work is free
but at 15 it is almost impossible to carry copper
AND IT IS THAT BEING POOR IS NOT EASY
HOWEVER THERE IS HAPPINESS
THERE IS GOOD HUMOR ALTHOUGH IT IS A LITTLE TO EAT
THE HISTORY OF HUMANITY
ADVERSITY SHOWS US
IT IS WHAT HAS MADE MALE GROW
IT'S CANSERBERO DE VENEZUELA !!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)