Rostros (feat. Santa Fe Klan)

Astral Bass
The music of the neighborhood
Of the neighborhood
Of the neighborhood

So much violence, I can't escape
Even though instead of gunpowder, I throw bread the bullets I calibrate
Aceré, no one in the street will offer you a book
Once you're in this world, you're already in danger

The neighborhoods are at war
Every day another hole in the ground
Human beings act like monsters
Tears are raining down on the faces

Yo-ooh
Tears are raining down on the faces
Yo-ooh
Tears are raining down on the faces

(Ah, yeh)
Souls are cursed
To survive in this place, you need a lot of patience
Life takes away from you, dreams wither
Don't let the street devour your story like a bag of chips

Death standing behind your door
Waiting for its dinner, with a dozen dead doves
All white like their pupils when they're open
You better watch your steps, stay constantly alert

People today have a very violent energy
How many men dead daily impossible to count
In this story, no princes or Cinderellas
No happy ending, as books almost always tell

Nostalgia hemorrhages infect more than here today
Blind bullets with wings entering children's bodies
It's a curse, the street will always be like this
As long as hatred is what we carry in our DNA

The media entertain you keep you negative
Fugitive from love, aggressive without reason
In the era of the dead as I write it to you, always sleep
Blessings to those who are alive

So much violence, I can't escape
Even though instead of gunpowder, I throw bread the bullets I calibrate
Aceré, no one in the street will offer you a book
Once you're in this world, you're already in danger

The neighborhoods are at war
Every day another hole in the ground
Human beings act like monsters
Tears are raining down on the faces

Yo-ooh
Tears are raining down on the faces
Yo-ooh
Tears are raining down on the faces

Deaths caused by poverty and crisis
So much drugs, they're going crazy
They killed my brother, life in the neighborhood is tough
Crystal princess, she's too fragile

Rivers of blood, Satan and evil
An ambulance at full speed
The police do nothing, there's no security
I live in a world of lies looking for the truth

Paranoia and anxiety take over your anger
Alert that my ghetto is always in red code
Due to danger, I suddenly evacuate my house
Raise crows and they'll take out your eyes
Turn off the television, I'll give you the news
A lump in my throat and I even feel like I'm suffocating
Check my wounds, they still haven't healed
Life is a freestyle if something goes wrong, improvise

A tree that grows crooked can't be straightened
Intoxicated from head to toe
I see his father suffering from sadness
Because his daughter went out to the street and still hasn't returned

So much violence, I can't escape
Even though instead of gunpowder, I throw bread the bullets I calibrate
Brother, no one in the street will offer you a book
Once you're in this world, you're already in danger

The neighborhoods are at war
Every day another hole in the ground
Human beings act like monsters
Tears are raining down on the faces

Yo-ooh
Tears are raining down on the faces
Yo-ooh
Tears are raining down on the faces

Mexico and Cuba, brother
Listen to me doing it
No matter what they say
As long as smoke exists, the music of the neighborhood won't die
It won't die
Pam-param