DTS

You are not your bank account, you are not the car you have
You are not the contents of your wallet, you are not your pants
You are the singing and dancing shit of the world

The streets, the poor, the junkies, the police, the whores (I know)
The jail, the Molly, the Molí where they execute (there)
The mother, the flowers, the tombstone in the grave
Many sorrows and pains, their tears in the rain
The history, the blood, the plague, the COVID, misery
The church, the old lady, the medieval Europe
The envy, the wars, the bombs thrown by science
[?] Tragicomedies (ah)
This is done for money, for mafia control
For influence trafficking like species in Asia
Bishops, police, absolute monarchy
Children on the street crying because the streets are not fair
Roundabouts, merchandise, patrol control
Handcuffs, rebellion, mechanism is torture
Excessive control rises, repression, censorship
War breaks out in Ukraine
NATO surrounds Russia
Tomorrow it will be at your door with a rifle or a shotgun
Better accept the offer because they can't stand that
Look at the cup, suicides, crime, trials
Homicide cases, there is a lot of ruin and disgrace
Prices, unemployment, have already peaked
Consequently, trafficking and theft grow, do I explain?
People explode fed up, then crime arrives
There are no more exits for a people who feel withered

We are hunting wolves and also gatherers
They steal from their electors and use favors
From massages with vapors, tailored suits and Rolexes (you)
They know the hierarchy, respect their roles
The Zarzuela, the Moncloa, the Bourbons
Limousines, hotels with bellboys (what up)
Black money under the mattresses (ay)
I take out the shit and the flies come
An objective without a plan is just a wish (pu)
In Ukraine and Gaza the bombings continue
I don't mention the devil because it's too late
Children under the rubble look for their father
Evil has no name or face or leaves no trace
The small wake of a star
Is another insult from a corrupt state
Petrodollars travel through pipelines
We are the stronghold of the expensive
We are the product of bad times (ah)
There is a hidden treasure and I have the plans (ah)
The planet is a rhombus and spins in my hands
My parents' generation was freer
Tell those state dogs not to bark
Although there is no future, you let me carve it out
I look at the asphalt and it seems to open (ah)

Calle Elvira, Albayzin (you think)
Health for my family (crazy DTS)
Apologies to dad
Sons of bitches
We are fed up
Destroy the system (ah)
If you, brother, have lied to us (you)
Fist up (pu, pu, pu)
This is DTS (ah)