Underworld
Mama let me calm down
I'm already 29, I picked up the microphone in early '99
the years pass and do not pass in vain
the street took several of my brothers in the shade
and my neighbor was not the exception,
he spent more than half of his life in prison
lost an eye for his freedom
his craving and addiction down the street was released death
The truth breast
the street is very bad, it is full of bad guys who want to play
with bullets
here every weekend they dress up
(Another dead) Another silent funeral in the hall! says the judge
dictates the sentence, is on probation for being
minor, those are the negligence, they give retaliation
the consequences did not matter much less their alias
an emergency ambulance apparently to the other side
he ran out of patience and chao
I do not serve to respect Jesus here in the underworld each one carries his cross
welcome to the periphery under southern dumps of dreams
Come I invite you to take a tour
Here if there is no justice neither human heart
and they will do justice by their own hands
Street, blood, hate, drugs, smoke then if you breathe you drown
they put the rope on you say goodbye to the world
ladies and gentlemen welcome to the underworld
Street, sex, hunger, misery, stories ... that ended up in peripheries
death no more than a deep sleep
ladies and gentlemen welcome to the underworld
Mama I chose the hiphop
I'm not a bad boy, only the school of life was never
unemployed I was the target of criticism that always pointed me
but the gunpowder exploded before the shot
Mom, things are like that, you wanted me to be professional
good i am mc
I'm bald and I'm getting gray and I raised a couple of kilos
but I still have the same desire
that when I was 15 I throw fractures to life and this
I left sprains
Mom here the whims and the morbid abounds
there is no sun for the blind or storms for the deaf
here the longest walk starts with one step
the life imprisonment is a trigger of the bullet
the drug traffic is on the skin
Welcome to the underworld, Welcome to the Hell
mama life is sad like this melody
it's like the brave suicide confronting his cowardice
sometimes as simple as corrupting a policeman
other complexes like a prisoner counting his days
Mom, if I do not, who am I, who can ***?
if the tree wants peace but the wind does not grant it
nothing remains but to enter into deep sleep
ladies and gentlemen welcome to the underworld
Street, blood, hate, drugs, smoke then if you breathe you drown
they put the rope on you say goodbye to the world
ladies and gentlemen welcome to the underworld
Street, sex, hunger, misery, stories ... that ended up in peripheries
death no more than a deep sleep
ladies and gentlemen welcome to the underworld
Only among all we can make this a better place :)