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Yea crazy bro
From the hood brother
From the desert
Talking again about street rap
The things that happen in the neighborhoods
The truth
The usual ones brother
The crew, straight from the north
From the north

Yeah!
And upon waking up, I dream again
To think about the truth of everything that can happen in your life
Let's express
The reality
Of what happens in the neighborhoods

Since I was a child, I learned to be unconsciously humble
To see that in the neighborhoods you are closer to death
When I fall, when I rise, and I get up from the blow
And I think that the kids can change their path today
I remember my life on that immense wall
And it's tough, we don't talk, we just think
Waking up from this deep dream
In which I sing from the bottom
Talking about my past, no, I don't hide
Time changes and it's just a matter of always moving forward

You chose to get lost and today you found death
I would like to see you well and not see you fall
But what are we going to do
From the hood
Despite clan rosa esther
The hood that saw us grow up
Hey, the hood that saw us grow up

I remember when I was a little kid, my mom used to tell me
Behave nicely
Today I remember things and that's how I explain it, brother
Damn small world
It amuses you at times when you're feeling like crap
Today reasoning helps you but sometimes
Reality hurts you
They look at you like fish
They let you fall into the deepest and it happens
And it happens

Hey, take things into account
Life is cruel and nothing is rosy
And without realizing it
Life slips away from you
Destiny traps you
For not having money
They look at you like a rat

Escape from all the truth that comes out
Today I've distanced myself a bit but I've come back
Since I was a kid, they've taken me for my own good
But sometimes I let go anyway
And what do they complain about, that I keep the change

Crazy bro in Calama
Arica and in the cell
We're like brothers
If life really sucks, it's because
My aunt behind bars can't do anything
Tired of so much humiliation
From those bastards who support corruption
They killed all the people's hope in the neighborhood
My sector rosa esther hip hop punk

Lots of traveling people
That's why nowadays
There are so many kids praying to Maria
They only ask for food
But they are mistaken for a delinquent kid
That's common
To be mistaken for a delinquent kid

And upon waking up, I dream again
To think about the truth of everything that can happen in your life
Let's express
The reality
Of what happens in the neighborhood, rapping