Clima Tropical

Let me tell you a story about where I live

So-and-so's daughter is getting a lot of money
And she doesn't pay attention to the jerk who really loves her
And also, he goes to bed with a sifrinito
Because I spend my time looking in dad's cart
He is no longer here, giving love to his wife
And she got bored of him
Perhaps because of its monotony, and although they still love each other
They can't be together because now they owe respect to
His new companies
Days go by, the child sleeps on the wax
The believer says, seek Christ who saves you
Boy responds with a kick to the buttocks
And there is no good prayer when your stomach rumbles
It's barely seven o'clock and they put the padlock on
Because the whipping lord has a Glock with selector
He went crazy, and Paquito came out shot
And the other cops are busy watching TV
And the gentleman next door is an official
The lady in front does not
The guy next door invaded classist terrain
The one in front was thrown out for not voting in favor

And I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But I swear that's how it is in mine
Tragedy, racism, classism
Land of tropical climate but cold inhabitants
I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But I swear that's how it is in mine
Tragedy, racism, classism
Land of tropical climate

Grandma is suffocating, she can hardly breathe
But at the hospital, they say I have to wait
That priority must be given to the drunk with mosquito bites
Nothing personal, just that he does have insurance
And I swear to you that my son was healthy, said that mother
Crying because the boy was killed
But what he never knew, he perhaps found out too late
The kid was a bully, because of him others cried
I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But here, it's almost like in the Middle East
Only that the war is mainly in neighborhoods
And the soldiers are criminals against innocent people
How innocent was that beautiful family
The last thing he saw was a car crashing into him
Only one survivor, the same one who told me this story
Who is still looking for the culprit of this, to see him dead and
I bet you there are no more free seats on the bus
No hospital beds for mothers to give birth
No places in the central for this youth
Who dies young, because Jesus does not reach the neighborhoods
The highway without light
And the unpaved villages
While the head of state gives a nice speech
See how much oil has increased since last year
For every thousand barrels produced there is one unemployed person
That has been decided to commit something illegal
Nothing to lose, but a lot to gain
That is the main cause of Venezuelan evil
Almost as big as Canaima and the great savannah
Evil in the window, lies in the corner
Inhumane prisons, corrupt police
How beautiful Venezuela, how great Simon Bolivar, and his
Face on banknotes
Unknown to the poorest
Essequibo Guiana with stripes on our map
Potatoes are scarce, violence rates are on the rise
Natural beauty, true
Paradise, complete farce
Because in paradise they don't threaten each other, they embrace each other

And I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But I swear that's how it is in mine
Tragedy, racism, classism
Land of tropical climate but cold inhabitants
I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But of course that's how it is in mine
Tragedy, racism, classism
Land of tropical climate

Is kpu
He is a serber