La Dieta Del Barrio

How many homies have you lost?
How many homies are hooked and lost?
How many enlightened ones?
Oh

The neighborhood diet
The drop that a cop doesn't confiscate
The little lights that once shone (oh-oh-oh)
But what have they prescribed?

The neighborhood diet
The drop that a cop doesn't confiscate
The little lights that once shone (oh-oh-oh)
The glass and its balance on shattered glass

The story of a dude, a brave braggart
Who grew up in the alley, a vandal who got tough
Always living on the edge, on the brink of death
Danger is not a factor, no fear for him or his people

It's not that it's been easy for him, he grew up seeing it
Now it's peanuts, not bullets or devils
Started to make a mark, to sell and give a hit
Step by step until slipping

The ball is already punctured, another blunt is smoked
Chucky got him high and Weis brings a gang
At just 15 years old, he's looking for another hit
Squatting in the bathroom, sweeping with a card

Days without getting high, eyes wide open
Outside of school, leaving people hooked, happy as can be
The elders have sent him and he has delivered the money
And with a microdose, they paid the poor guy

Already deeply involved, toughened up, spoiled
Very naughty, very shady, hasn't eaten well
He's hallucinating, anxious, and agitated
Hurt by the woman who left the deer alone

The neighborhood diet
The drop that a cop doesn't confiscate
The little lights that once shone (oh-oh-oh)
But what have they prescribed?

The neighborhood diet
The drop that a cop doesn't confiscate
The little lights that once shone (oh-oh-oh)

Heart of a condo, lack of affection and love
Among several fights, innocence lost the boy
Badly influenced, losing friends
He hasn't realized where he's gotten into

He no longer looks at his cousins, hides from the neighbor
People following him, cornering him damn
Fried brain, not even for some Fritos
Instead of food, he stole a liter of mezcal

His clothes are dirty, old, torn
Lost his cunning, his old lady and the other
Teas with weed branches, pills in the bag
With money they gave him for a computer

Stolen from the godfather, now he's hiding there
In an abandoned house, with the cold night
But for him, it's not a problem, he's acting helpful
He's pawned everything because the dealer didn't trust him

When they used to give him gifts, but at first
That's how this business of money and vices is
Inhaling Carbuclean on the roof of a building
The messed up kid jumped off the cliff

The neighborhood diet
The drop that a cop doesn't confiscate
The little lights that once shone
But what have they prescribed?

The neighborhood diet
The drop that a cop doesn't confiscate
The little lights that once shone
The glass and its balance on shattered glass