El Puchero La Abuela

In my neighborhood they are cutting off the water
Low houses, gypsies, and jagua
Parents in debt, accumulating anger
That tension ends up causing harm

Those children develop trauma
Here we help if we are in trouble
They keep moving, there was never a pause
Causes keep coming, causing effects
I see the non-gypsies and I feel nauseous
May lightning strike them, may a Kawa run them over
In front of their own: Please, thank you
I am the sugar, I have never done it for money

Here comes dad, he crashes
I become Tony Toca
I go out to the street like Tony from coke
I'm like a genius, eureka
Honestly, I don't care
It's water falling through the straw
I live in your squatter mind
I never clean up and I don't pick up my clothes

But I drive you crazy
I'm sitting on the top
With a top hat
Raising the glass
My fault
Those are dead, sorry
This party entertained me
This spark, this bill
If Andalusia is different

The Christ, the gypsies silently ascending
Up the slope of the chapiz picking up the rosary
With my flamencos in the middle of the pitch
I want to see the world but die in my neighborhood

They are with the cards
At the point, at the door
Without elbow or escort
Thinking at the door
The sales
While unemployment increases
They are with the fafa, the weights
In a bundle
Paranoid with hidden calls
In secondary schools they are hidden in bushes
They don't have a high school diploma
And no one said it's fair
For the poor there are no courses, resources
They can only be inmates
Endure the abuse

If life is shit
They are peeling the grass
They are drinking Puleva
While the omega plays
Waiting if it arrives
By force they fight for coke
If there are children, they take them away

This is as real as grandma's stew
Bullets kill those children in the favela
And that's not fiction
Nor from the eighties
This is happening in Rusiño, in Du Mata, in Chiapas
Low houses of plastic and sheet metal
Also Almanjayar
Children pass by jayo
Stealing your jewelry
Then everyone stays quiet
If the non-gypsies ask
Here we are from the street
Everyone wants to be the rooster