El Ambiente Tenzo Y La Concecuencia

This is the technique
To let off steam
Elegant art

Sometimes I think the street atmosphere is too tense
The guns, the enemies, we're all tense
I mind my own business but the energy is off
I don't stop even if I light ten thousand incense sticks

You're up to weird things, offering bullets because you have a grudge
If it's not the Quintrala
A lone horse gets cornered
Don't mess with me
I'm watching
I don't trust clearly
She gets tense
She doesn't stop
When the perquin slips
Even if one tries and tries, I can't be compared
I'm not the same
This bird needs a wing
For the street, this music is given away
I keep singing to the street people
I keep giving even if the police don't want it
The fight
That even opens the wallet
But I keep step by step climbing the stairs

Sometimes I think the street atmosphere is too tense
The guns, the enemies, we're all tense
I mind my own business but the energy is off
I don't stop even if I light ten thousand incense sticks

I ask God to take care of me so I don't fall
I had to know the consequences of the street
(Elegant art)
To know, to know
To know, to know
To know how to fall
To know how to fall

The rich are partying and the poor have no resources
And the presidents always give the same speeches
For education, they give any color
I had to intimidate a teacher to pass the grade
Rap gave me the push to get out of the darkness
And I keep giving away my music even if I'm broke
To tell you that the poor child has a cramp in his stomach
Because he has no money and is very hungry
Why am I angry
I've been doing this for twelve years and they call me lazy
When you shake hands, you never look in the eyes
You lower your gaze
Learn to make the beats
I would have been an athlete if I had been lame
Put on your glasses
I do as I please
With red eyes
I choose rap
Walking in a minefield
In front of a judge, I don't blush anymore

Sometimes I think the street atmosphere is too tense
The guns, the enemies, we're all tense
I mind my own business but the energy is off
I don't stop even if I light ten thousand incense sticks

How are they going to do it to understand
That here you can win and here you can lose
But above all, you must not lose faith
But above all, you must not lose faith
With so many things they're talking about me
The police have me suspicious
I decided to do rap
Ninety-eight surrounded by old junkies
And to this day, I haven't given up
The government has us in hell
It's sacrilege
They build more prisons and fewer schools
I keep rapping what I believe
They don't stop the crime, leaving a child as a criminal
A green uniform
You're painted, the cane or death
I believe in you, I don't believe in luck
And even though we're on the street
I stay strong