This is part of my life
Arriving at dawn after a party at my house
I turn on the television, and watch the news
Like the police abuse, on a birthday in Loiza
Like still, the little boy doesn't show up, I don't know who the hell
As the government continues to steal from the poor
And then they say, that rappers are bad , true
Thank God for life
And for the way it inspires me to continue with my rhyme
Despite my falls, and I do it on my knees
Because without him As I would, no one knows what my life has been like, day after day
That one died of hunger, and that one dried his blood
And a seven-year-old girl was raped by her father
And people wonder why drugs are sold
And a better question is why does the government steal?
Come on, come on, Gringo, tell him more
But tell him more, shoot him without forgiveness, daddy come on
Sergio the policeman, remember what happened with Loiza
I'm talking about the birthday, which has become news
Don't act crazy, much less be surprised
Because that's what I call it, a uniformed criminal
Spending so much money on patrols, and operations
And they still have no clue about Rolandito's kidnapping
And blessed, and in those hands is Puerto Rico
It's better that we do it something, poor our little children
Let's speak clearly, let's put things on the table
Become aware of how your head flies
Let's speak clearly, let's put things on the table
Walk along the shore and avoid the consequences
Let's speak clearly, let's put things on the table
Become aware of how your head flies
Let's speak clearly, let's put things on the table
Walk along the shore and avoid the consequences
We are judged for creating a little art
They say that what we do is sing obsenities
It is time for this abuse to put a stop to it stop
And for me, he will be judged for his criminal acts
Every day more people join poverty
Some curse, others pray because there is no bread on their table
But that Who cares, if there is food in the fortress
For these reasons our war begins
Let it be clear, I will not remain silent
Because this fucking war, you declared it
Al They mistreated the people, they robbed the people
With the lives of the people, in their hands
They played, I don't expect to change the world
Well, I'm just a human, with a bit of two
With the microphone in hand, may God forgive them, they are sentenced
They asked for it, they have already betrayed the people,
Let's speak clearly, let's put things on the table
Be aware of how the situation flies head
Let's speak clearly, let's put things on the table
Walk along the shore and avoid the consequences
Let's speak clearly, let's put things on the table
Be aware of how your head flies
Let's speak clearly, let's put things on the table
Walk along the shore and avoid the consequences
Thank you to Betances, for the freedom to express myself
And no ruler can violate my right
Describe my songs, in my own hand, and express myself
And by seeing the misfortune no one will be able to teach me
Sentenced
Gentlemen, the ruler has arrived, from the music
I make music, to please the public
I give what they ask of me, the public
Perreo, if you don't like it, then go to hell
And put the de'o for the broken ass
Choro de bastards
Baby Rata and Gingo, so

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