One day is born pa another dying, life is like that
There are few what when the truth is here we are for you
That's why I learned from the street to be like that
You do not talk about me if you can not imagine what I experienced
We are here in the struggle where josea, where it is crowded
Things are bad, here the friend knows himself
If we are in the ugly, if we are in the ugly
They are few that come mount, they lower, they war
We are in the struggle and so the struggle on the street does not play
It fell the night pal of Philly and a Zeta
And let's go pa ?? over with the heart and the glopeta
What are some that have the finger die
But I do not believe that now nobody respects you
Inside the case I have a pal of people
That for my life and the drums are assembled and emptied
What are you going to give me for me that are rumors
Because the day I pass, wa? do what the mother cries them
Pa you know I have a couple of connections
Enough people to mount missions
Here we are calm bo do not mention me
The rifles positions and the piece is with extensions
I come from a place where poverty reigns
It struggles day by day and dreams of wealth
Lower the picket that I do not take that
Because here we saw 24 hours at the tables
We are here in the struggle where josea, where it is crowded
Things are bad, here the friend knows himself
If we are in the ugly, if we are in the ugly
They are few that come mount, they lower, they war
We are in the struggle and so the struggle on the street does not play
There are more friends to betray, you are turned on the street and chotea from the prison
That's what the stove starts, they go down in the endimer
And the organization was fucked up, in the street you made a couple of revolutionaries
Play live do not fall asleep or in the lights
Run online and with the user do not abuse
Or we send you alone to sleep with the crosses
Pana mio, do not you sleep?
Because the kiosk has it on
I sing what I have lived, the suffering of mine
Like those who have left and never returned?
Since I was little I became friends with the callous
Raising in one of the most dangerous areas
This is Carola and pa ?? my corner nobody rubs
So do not talk to me, talk to me? another thing
One day is born pa another dying, life is like that
There are few what when the truth is here we are for you
That's why I learned from the street to be like that
You do not talk about me if you can not imagine what I experienced
We are here in the struggle where josea, where it is crowded
Things are bad, here the friend knows himself
If we are in the ugly, if we are in the ugly
They are few that come mount, they lower, they war
We are in the struggle and so the struggle on the street does not play
Baby, Darell, this is the true meaning of street manito
You are understanding me what we are trying to say to you
Here we are really heard, this is the real turn, baby
Geniuz, you do not know na ?? of that, hehehe
This is the reality of what is lived on the street
Friends meet at the worst times
And if they are not there they do not deserve to be in the good neither did you hear ??
Only among all we can make this a better place :)