Ouroboros

Today died, passed away in the city one more
His family remains at war and he leaves in peace
As you see, there is no judge who can act in turn
And it will be the family who dictates the sentence

Today died, passed away in the city another one
And that's how the Ouroboros of killings goes
Youth, women, children, all the same
Walking towards the same shit, hey

Let's lower the weapons and raise the brains
Bro-bro-bros bro-bro-bros bro-bro-bros, wow!
Blacks and whites, whites and blacks
All races united that make up our towns, hey

Let's lower the weapons and raise the brains
Bro-bro-bros bro-bro-bros bro-bro-bros, wow!
Blacks and whites, whites and blacks
All races united that make up our towns

Eight in the morning, Luisito gets up from bed
It's the weekend, he greets his family and his mom
When at the same time he hears whistling by the window
He opens it and when he looks out, it's his buddies calling him

He has breakfast and immediately goes down to the spot, smokes a joint
Chats for a while with the boys, enjoying today
Ignoring that about a month ago he received a threat
For an old debt he still had at his house

He's one of those kids who doesn't trust anyone, one of those moving forward
He's been in jail a couple of times and his attitude is defiant
As a teenager he messed around, scammed, stabbed
Tried various drugs, committed crimes and deceived

He stood up from where he was sitting, grabbed his crutches
And before leaving he felt a chill that brushed his silhouette
He asked the guys: What's up, didn't you feel a vibe?
And they: No, man, leave your note, don't be a fool

Crossing the street to the other side where there's a ditch
He notices that from a van they honk at him
A hooded guy gets out, with sunglasses and a t-shirt
When he yells: Rescue there!, he pulls out a Beretta

With people restless on a Friday morning
That guy without a word unloads the whole clip
Women's screams are heard, but no one interferes
And as the guy trots away, Luisito dies

Today died, passed away in the city one more
His family remains at war and he leaves in peace
As you see, there is no judge who can act in turn
And it will be the family who dictates the sentence

Today died, passed away in the city another one
And that's how the Ouroboros of killings goes
Youth, women, children, all the same
Walking towards the same shit, hey

Let's lower the weapons and raise the brains
Bro-bro-bros bro-bro-bros bro-bro-bros, wow!
Blacks and whites, whites and blacks
All races united that make up our towns, hey

Let's lower the weapons and raise the brains
Bro-bro-bros bro-bro-bros bro-bro-bros, wow!
Blacks and whites, whites and blacks
All races united that make up our towns

Days go by and in the neighborhood things remain violent
They still talk about that settling of scores
Tongues wag that some mourners are waiting
To reach out to the other people and apply tooth for tooth

Why? Because in their minds what prevails is revenge
And that feeling won't go away until another killing occurs
It's like signing a contract where one of the clauses
Says that if you mess with mine, I'll kill you, and snatch your life

If for many it's already customary to savor revenge on a cold plate
It's like a record that keeps spinning
The same vicious circle that has been taking many for a long time

Throw away cartridges, lower weapons, clasp your palms
Value life, take it easy and calmly
Before the law of karma charges you one by one
And never let your souls rest or cross into the light

It's frustrating to see loved ones go
And despite all that, they continue on the same path
With their eagerness for power they continue creating wars
Without thinking about the consequences this brings to the earth

What's wrong with them? Can't they see what this causes?
All the races that make up our towns and areas
Come on, think, react or reflect and remember
That only a change in you can radiate to thousands of people

Today died, passed away in the city one more
His family remains at war and he leaves in peace
As you see, there is no judge who can act in turn
And it will be the family who dictates the sentence

Today died, passed away in the city another one
And that's how the Ouroboros of killings goes
Youth, women, children, all the same
Walking towards the same shit, hey

And this is another song against weapons
Heart and reason, the visceral expression
That will be ignored by almost all souls
Children, youth, old age, all the same

Innocents die in this criminal novel
And it hurts me to think that millions of themes
Will be written about this problem eternally
My people humbly add this

Even if it costs me the name of my first album
To serve on the front lines of those who believe that God
Is simply the voice of your subconscious
Have you heard it lately? Hey