Aranjuez

Aranjuez without you, I'm a ghost in the streets, without your love
With the overcoat I cover my sorrow, my pain
And in the drizzle of this winter is your goodbye

You ain't got no wins in my house (Aha!)
You ain't got no wins in my house (Hey, yo'!)
You ain't got no wins in my house
What's wrong with you? (Pa-pa-pasa)

This neighborhood gave birth to us by cesarean (aha)
Unnecessary war that would not cease from Medallo parias (Aranjuez)
It's the language of bullets, brakes, prices, figures
Here everything is shot

The houses embrace each other when we sleep
So close that we all dream the same
Early in the morning the neighbor hammers
Territory baptized by settlers, inhabited by peasants

My first cassette, I stole it from Comegatos
For being from Aranjuez, almost killed me in Santa Cruz a saint (Aranjuez) It's a monster
If I leave, nothing changes, I fight it from within
So much love can kill me (yes, yes)
I have mirrors of soldiers like Nipsey

The strong survive, Priscos thousands
We are the new blood that only spills in graffiti
Between loves and robberies, it rains and it's hot
You can smell my rap like the steam coming out of this asphalt (Aranjuez)
Mental state, it gives and takes from me, takes from me and gives, my fafá

Walls decorated with SEM graffiti
Steep hills that peek out, come see
Running downhill death goes on a DT
There's no stop, I'll die painting like Pedro Nel, amen

You ain't got no wins in my house
You ain't got no wins in my house
You ain't got no wins in my house
What's wrong with you? (Pa-pa-pasa)

Power cables with soccer shoes hanging
From someone whose dreams were turned off, lives of contraband
(Aranjuez)
Low neighborhood, arrogant people
The street is not for everyone, I recommend the sidewalk

The virgin of the B lets us swear in vain
Statues don't believe in humans
Leave the sane alone, respect the old school
If you step on this scale of values, they slip

Wait for me awake because I will return
I know you miss me on the corner where I loved you (Aranjuez)
It smells like rhymes, it smells like rum, problems, brandy Domecq
Thorns grow in every garden where I urinated

Lots without solar panels, here if you don't have an alias
It's because no one wants you
Slaves of Success ruining merchants
Support the neighborhood economy, don't sleep on your laurels

It's the neighborhood from A to Z
We'll die with Timberlands on (Aranjuez)
Mental state, it gives and takes from me, takes from me and gives, my fafá

Walls decorated with SEM graffiti
Steep hills that peek out, come see
Running downhill death goes on a DT
There's no stop, I'll die painting like Pedro Nel, amen

You ain't got no wins in my house
You ain't got no wins in my house
You ain't got no wins in my house
What's wrong with you? (Pa-pa-pasa)

The moral of living here is that wherever you look, you have to climb
The moral of living here is that wherever you look, you have to climb