From the swamp
The most beautiful rose
With my hands I have cut
Woman with brown eyes
Life has illuminated me
My neighborhood again
It will serve as scenario
Removing the side effects
Showing that not even the priest can be a confessional
Not two, nor three bells
A bell tower will ring
So big is the poor thing
Discrimination on our shoulders
If many of our brothers weigh on us
Now they are in crime
Because of indifference
The lack of work
We will be on the corner doing our relax
The blue uniform will be the reason for discarding
Because we are loaded and at night there is no patrol
Let it stop our escape
Know that my hope
Is to have you among my arms
Your eyes are the light and the way out
From failure, yes
Drugs today control our neighborhood
At all times
We will be victims or part of this cruel story
Victims or part of this cruel and bitter story
How long has it been since I saw you walking
That is not the classic, plastic, romantic movie
Ready sword in hand
Welcome to my neighborhood
Where my friends and my adversaries live
Like what she sees, you don't believe
What it should be
In the neighborhood, there is no discipline
Nor joy
Where pure injustices
Fill the news
Where many loved ones were born and died
It's unfortunate, today they are not with me
I say, like what she See, I don't think you think
What it must be in the neighborhood, prostitution
Illegal, drugs, beer, hope, reality
Defend or fight
Only you save me
Your heat you hug me
To you long-awaited woman
Queen of the corner
Of my street, of my people
Tears that weigh
The broken walls
For battles that They stop it
My blood has turned into mud
And in my neighborhood I was raised
Of course my life
I have always been punished
Pray in front of the saints
My fall, since I cruspulo
I feel tied
It is heavy and scrupulous
Flash so that the devil does not get angry
Or scream so that the evil is over
Run and thus achieve hope
From the torment of miseries
Pain never rests
Your image illuminates my thoughts
Like suffering
In every night that I I feel
Hidden woman
We are victims more than ever
You will know that in my life
You are the way out
The world is a witness
I just want to be with you for life
From the swamp
The most beautiful rose
With my hands I have cut
Woman with brown eyes
Life has illuminated me
I remember how many tears my mother
In the neighborhood it has been poured out
To know that my sins
They have been forgiven
But like Jesus on the cross
My brothers will be crucified
Only your heart It enlightens me
I beg you
Give me a chance
A chance
To start again

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