Aranjuez

Aranjuez without you
I'm a ghost in the streets, without your love
With my coat 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? (W-w-what's wrong)

This neighborhood gave birth to us by Caesarean section (aha)
Unnecessary war that would not cease by Medallo Parias (Aranjuez)
It is the language of bullets
Breaks, prices, figures, everything is going through the roof here

Houses hug each other when we sleep
So close that we all dream the same thing
The neighbor has been hammering since early in the morning
Territory baptized by settlers, inhabited by peasants

My first cassette, I stole it from Comegatos
Because I'm from Aranjuez, a saint almost killed me in Santa Cruz (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 survives, Priscos thousands
We are the new blood that is only spilled in graffiti

Between love and robberies, it's raining and it's hot
You can smell my rap like the steam coming off this asphalt
(Aranjuez) Mental state
He gives me and takes away, he takes away and gives me, my fafá

Walls decorated with SEM graffiti
Steep hills looming, come and see
Death is running in a tailspin on a DT
There is no stopping, I will 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? (W-w-what's wrong)

'Light cables with hanging wires'
Of some whose dreams were extinguished, smuggled lives
(Aranjuez) Slum, haughty people
The street is not for everyone, I recommend the sidewalk

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

Wait for me awake because I'm coming back
I know you miss me in the corner where I loved you (Aranjuez)
It smells like rhymes, it smells like rum, problems, Domecq brandy
Thorns grow in every garden where I urinate

Solar panels without panels, here the one who does not have an alias
It's because nobody wants it
Slaves of Success ruining merchants
Support the neighborhood economy, don't rest on your laurels

It is the neighborhood from A to Z
We will die with Timberlands on
(Aranjuez) Mental state
He gives me and takes away from me, he takes away from me and gives to me, my fafá

Walls decorated with SEM graffiti
Steep hills looming, come and see
Death is running in a tailspin on a DT
There is no stopping, I will 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? (W-w-what's wrong)

The moral of living here
It's that wherever you look you have to go up
The moral of living here
It's that wherever you look you have to go up