I open my eyes, I get up I read the Spokesman
And the percent of peace is zero
Crimes violations, much malice
And I do not hear about the good news
The fault is of us the underworld
The paradise the vagabond lord
Who dreams without working with much ambition
But it lacks a lot of protection
The upper class is also to blame for the acts, why?
For the corruption, excacto
They kill people without grief, that's their mission
So they live earning money a lot
Do not question it fiscal do not look for clue
Think you have to be realistic
The rich invest money immediately
After the poor man gives the outburst
It's always the same, it's like a drama
It's like a movie of fame
Always the same and in quotes
It's like a plant but without seeds
Money can control up to the court
Both in the south and in the north
They believe that luxury is salvation
And that's where the corrupt goes into action
Crushing, abusing, killing
With the money putting itself in charge
The poor guy always feels like waiting
Let justice be done here in the final stage
I do not plan a flag because I'm not Cristobal Colon
I am from Las Acasias one hundred for heartfelt
I do not want to be an owner
I'm not a foreigner I'm Puerto Rican
How handsome they think they are conquerors
And they want to take over all sectors
There is that they begin to regulate the matter when trying
Disappear them from the point
Then the shots and stabs come
The life of the guapeton is shattered
People saw it the police arrived
The killer is brave so nobody speaks
This is the murder law here in Borinquen
They let criminals settle
If this keeps up, listen well to my brother
Children will grow up with a cannon in their hands
Our futures will be erased
The shootings will remain
The innocent will complain
Well, they are not to blame for being as they are
Closing their houses with a thousand locks
So their lives will be safer
But to have a purer life
Believing in Christ is the best cure
I feel the bullets pass by my face
That for me is not a very rare thing
The world is like that and you have to accept
That where we are living is in the final stretch
Where we are living is in the final stretch
The envy
Another object that murders
If you let yourself go, it exterminates you, it cures you, it shakes you
It makes you feel bad
There is that the envious begins to kill
And try to find a way to win
Money and fame can not be had
The envious one watches all the steps that he takes
Your made pa'lante and the made you pa'tras
Envy is seen within the plastic people
That above they look good fantastic
But someday you give them back
They point you and * POW * you do not live anymore
Sex, when done by abuse
How bad the intruder must feel
Raping a girl without mercy
Raping children taken out of the crib
The man who knows behaves differently
Use the labia immediately
And when they are to lick their fingers
Convince the lady with everything and fear
Mounts her, carries her, kisses her, soba
He makes promises, the coke of boba
And suddenly he leaves her behind
Seeing that she has taken away her virginity
The senoritas have boyfriends and in order to keep them
They tend to undress and love them
Your parents suffer and will have to fight
Against the abuse of sex here in the final stretch
Against the abuse of sex here in the final stretch
Diseases
Both AIDS and cancer
Around the world they make a balance
Of life and death, peace and suffering
And hearts that die really slow
The fault lies with the ignorant who has not caught
That prostitution leaves him damaged
Also the syringe that has been used
It leaves your body and veins damaged
Syphilis, muscular dystrophy and herpes
They are members of the group of death
I say it very clearly because that's the way it is
If you do not take care of the next one, it's going to be you
The drug
Extra-dangerous chemistry
Causing the loss of beautiful lives
It's a global plague, not just anything
A bad blood and the devil enjoys it
The S-I-N-S-E? Did you try it? Aja, tell me how did it go?
You threw yourself down the floor like an alley bon
Your friends had you in a vacilon
To each saint you owed a candle of the faces
The marijuana that left you with nothing
And one night I witnessed
They shouted! Aguaaa! and they caught you
In prison the boss gave you a couple of details
I had a letter received from the street
I said that you did not like to pay
So you were a victim of the final stretch
The world is still spinning
And being h
Only among all we can make this a better place :)