El Preso

(PNO)
I got things to do, people to see, and bills to pay
Keep my home in check, my family’s got to get by
I can't be locked up, tied down, and knocked up
My clock's ticking, so I gotta make up for lost time
Yo, these dudes are pushing on the block, selling rocks
Making cash, jealous, killing for nothing
But it tempts me, it provokes me
That easy money makes my mouth water
And I gotta think, am I just a slave, not earning a dime?
Selling grams, living well, BUT BEING SOUGHT AFTER
OR ENDING UP DEAD, HURT, OR LOCKED UP
YOU SEE, MAN
The situation's messed up, it ain't how you wanted it
And I won't be locked up, not even for a day
It's about surviving, getting out of this gray cloud so I can receive
And rap is my future
So I warn you, perfect attempt
I don’t wanna be locked up, alright,
Happy (for those looking for me, I can't stay locked up)

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I don’t wanna be locked up
I can’t be locked up
I gotta keep rising
I can’t hold back
But the temptation of luxury and money
I walk deep inside
I’m telling you, I’m sincere

(Rey Chesta aka. The Secret Weapon)
If you didn’t know, these weren’t my plans
Had to grow up around illegal work
Street owners risking my homies
And even though they were wild, they end up
In jail, things happen on purpose
Most of the time, it’s highly with deposits
It’s logical, nothing here is cheap
And the streets in my hood look like zoos
I can’t be locked up for my belongings
And for the desire to make my fantasies real
For the money I spent on citizenship
For my mother and for my daughter’s life
It’s terrible, nothing’s impossible
'Cause to be free, anyone can pull a gun on you
For what you did, everything you had, you lost
And you say it’s because you suffered, and you didn’t even notice
You saw it

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(ROCCA)
I can’t be locked up, I’d rather risk death
Put my skin on the line to change my luck
I’m cramping in my stomach
And in my soul, I carry my wife and my kid
Tomorrow, Tijuana with my homie, passing customs
God’s with me, calms me, that stuff drives me crazy
No, I can’t die like this, it’s on me
To unite the poverty here, yes
I’ll get cash, get out of this mess
I’ll jump in the river, swim till I reach the spot
There awaits the route TO the American dream
A lot of deception, prejudice, but here I go
My brother, with desperation
In my blood, I carry hunger
And my future behind that wire fence
Don’t cry anymore, my love, it’s gonna be alright
I’m the poor guy who’ll change one day
The time has come, the dawn has arrived
Now it’s time to fight
Goodbye, my lady
I don’t wanna be locked up, I can’t be locked up
I gotta keep rising, I can’t stop

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