No Pude Ir

Living in the poverty that torments my neighborhood
A rosary around my neck, I ask my little God
For there to be bread on the table and for that to be daily
I think it's necessary to find another path

What does it matter, mom got sick
And in the other town they said there's a job
I'm going back, I told dad
But I didn't tell him I was going to get into trouble

And I hung the horn well tied and my longtime friend
This is the most talked about hell, but it earns a penny
I didn't return home, even though I promised I would
I can't get out of this, mom died and I couldn't go

Now there's no poverty, things have changed
I don't look at my family but nothing has been missing
A key that weighs, my enemies fear me
After a few questions, they have to be dismembered

Real men, the street gives them
Along with my people, I'll fight until I fall to the ground
Nothing is the same anymore, I have no mercy
Lost look, so much, getting into vices

And I hung the horn well tied and my longtime friend
This is the most talked about hell, but it earns a penny
I didn't return home, even though I promised I would
I can't get out of this, dad died and I couldn't go