Piso Franco

The street is cold, the bills too
That's why I thank for my luck, amen
The sorrows of the road now seem like God plans
The black clouds in the sky are no longer seen

A couple of brothers were in prison and they were given freedom
Family is sacred and no one speaks, omertà
Those who have never sung, they are the real ones
I learned everything from the street and the old men from the bar
From the years of the free floor

YouTube on the Play was playing Los Santos
We exchanged ruin for white gold
And kill me if I lie (what?)
I respected the rules and the foundations (yes)
I was in some that I regret

My bro no longer makes money, rolling with the A7
Packages arrive with clothes for the picket
He no longer goes to La Línea and there are no lines in the steaks
Finally rays of light emanating from the hole

The boy grew up, no longer goes with the Jabulani
Nor does he listen to the gypsies singing the yali yali
Juan lost his teeth, Mari also got sick
And they got rid of Manolito and Javi (bless)

From the years of the free floor (shit)
From the plate in the microwave and the white wine
Soleás, seguidillas and the taranto (olé)
The broken voice of the torta that always incited tears
Turning the clock locked up in any den

The light enters through the blinds, tomorrow we already get up
Vice is awake at all hours here in El Palo
Málaga the cantaora as the lady's child said
There is no clear future for those who ignore
That's why I sang Aire even though it wasn't José Mercé

I wasn't at the mercy of anyone
I always had faith because everything changes
With rage inside like a Rottweiler
I learned everything on the street
In the middle is the storm making it calm

I already left that free floor
Now I'm in DF, stopping in Polanco
I add spice to the taco and throw the cilantro
There are OGs in the bar with the babies and the thugs
And it's as if time stops when I sing (when I sing)

I was with a paisa in Envigado
With a wacha in the villa and a Chilean in Santiago
I connected with the people, their places, customs and we had a good time
Singing at night smoking and drinking guaro

And so I took my floor around the world almost
And we went around more than a taxi, ask Grasi
But my bro said: Well, brother, I'm in the shit
They caught me stealing ATMs in Benicasim

And I returned to that free floor
Feeling between jubilation and disappointment
The neighborhood changed a lot in the meantime
How are you, my brother?

Long time no see, give me a hug
Now the chances of the orange trees smell different
The old men in the bars, until God separates them
United as by umbilical cords
La Candela has been a mother
Juan got hooked and sleeps on the street
He spends his time smoking and watching fractals

Because ruin is a bastard, not untimely
But it is always sincere and stalks you from the cradle
She is the sister of hunger, enemy of fortune
Like my inner demon that comes out in the moonlight

The street is cold, the bills too
But we never lost faith
I look to the sky and ask for luck, amen
May the sorrows of the past turn into God plans for us
And the black clouds in the sky go away
Give my family peace and freedom