Clima Tropical

Let me tell you a story from where I live

The daughter of so-and-so is getting involved with a rope
And she doesn't pay attention to the poor guy who truly loves her
And besides, she goes to bed with a rich kid
Because I caught her searching in her dad's car
Who is not giving love to his wife
And she got bored of him
Maybe because of his monotony, and even though they still love each other
They can't be together because now they owe respect to
Their new companions
Days go by, the boy sleeps on the sidewalk
The believer says, seek Christ, he will save you
The boy responds with a kick in the butt
And there's no good prayer when your stomach growls
It's barely seven o'clock and they put the padlock
Because the whip man has a Glock with a selector
He went crazy, and little Paco ended up shot
And the other cops are busy watching TV
And the man next door is a supporter
The lady across the street is not
The guy next door invaded a classist land
The lady across the street was evicted 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 a 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 a tropical climate

The grandmother is suffocating, she can hardly breathe
But at the hospital, they say I have to wait
That priority must be given to the drunkard with a mosquito bite
Nothing personal, just that he has insurance
And I swear my son was healthy, said that mother
Crying because the boy was killed
But what she never knew, perhaps she found out too late
The boy was a thug, because of him others cried
I don't know if you and I live in the same country
But here, it's almost like the Middle East
Only that the war is in neighborhoods mainly
And the soldiers are criminals against innocents
Like that beautiful family that was innocent
The last thing they saw was a car crashing into them
Only one survivor, the same one who told me this story
Who still seeks the culprit of this, to see him dead
I bet there are no more free seats on the bus
Or beds in the hospital for mothers to give birth
Or spots in the center for this youth
Who die young, because Jesus doesn't reach the neighborhoods
The highway without light
And the towns without pavement
While the head of state gives a nice speech
See how much oil has increased since last year
For every thousand barrels produced, there's an unemployed
Who has decided to do something illegal
Nothing to lose, but a lot to gain
That's the main cause of Venezuelan evil
Almost as big as Canaima and the Gran Sabana
Evil at the window, lies on the corner
Inhumane prisons, corrupt police
How beautiful Venezuela, how great Simon Bolivar, and his
Face on bills
Unknown to the poorest
Esequiba Guayana with lines on our map
Potatoes are scarce, the cup of violence rising
Natural beauty, true
Paradise, complete farce
Because in paradise, they don't threaten, they embrace

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

Is kpu
It's Canserbero