Angeles Y Demonios (feat. Syko Y Kendo Kaponi)

Syko:
There are times when being me is not everything...
When you have so much and feel like you have nothing
You walk through life alone
I stay silent but sometimes that's how I feel
You learn to accept that the biggest things end with just a moment
You learn to live in a world of betrayal
Of fire and more faces with value
You get used to taking everything to the extreme
We are from the street and that's how we do everything

It's not measured as good or bad
Things that are convenient are not valued
Everything goes so fast, until I get home and look into your eyes
I hug you and everything stops
And I regret having done so much
For so long of walking blindly
And having lost the feeling in fear
Kendo told me to get into the booth and focus

That music is eternal and that's why I'm here saying this, for the day when I'm gone, keep it forever

The orphanage!!
Angels... And demons

Kendo:
I sit down and do the math, an eighth in two thousand five hundred
Between the month and the kitchen, two hundred go
Twenty-two packages of forty-two and they turn into three thousand nine hundred
In a week and a half, the business is super slow

I recover, the twenty-five from the room I go and deliver them
And in profit, one, two, six, zero remain
They were thrown and the one they took was my partner
I take more bail, it's really not a good deal

My name is known
And problems come in a chain
The case is not mine but soon my seal will be released
Money was my eclipse in full moon
And the doctor diagnosed her: CANCER TO MY GIRL

Syko:
Alright

Kendo:
Syko, I'm going crazy

Syko:
What happened, I hear your voice like now

Kendo:
I've fought three times for the case and out of necessity

Syko:
But I, damn it, didn't even have the money for Christmas

Kendo:
Wherever I see the skinny dude, I'm going to let him have it
And let him die!

Syko:
Kendo, give him a hard time before hitting the skinny dude, we have to hit the guy from the BMW, he's the right-hand man

Kendo:
Nah, the fool is not even the left hand and after we hit him, Syko, run shit..

Don Omar:
Last night an angel visited me and asked what price it has
Not being able to be happy and not seeing your children grow up
He said that you find the devil living behind the cash register
Remember that the crazy one was the one who took your old lady

Leave it all behind, pick up, find your way, you have time
Don't trust even yourself, there's no friend in hell
I felt immense peace when that angel spoke to me
Suddenly others were knocking on the door

He told me not to walk alone, not to get involved, not to let yourself go
You were born for this, stand tall, don't complain
Don't let go of the gun, it's your only guarantee
That tomorrow the daylight will shine on you

Think about the family, the rent, the food
The girl is sick, your mom already died of AIDS
Answer me, damn it, are you going to let destiny decide for you?
Or are you going to take the law into your own hands and find a way out?

Kendo:
Where did you park?

Syko:
Outside the case in front of Nindativa's house
To talk about a way
But I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Kendo:
Forget about that, let's talk without making noise

Syko:
Well, let's move because behind the cement the rats hear

There are two of us in the car, the windows can't be rolled down
If they see us entering together, the gossip will spread
I can't shoot from outside, we have to go in and make sure
The forty has problems with the comb and it's going to jam

Kendo:
You're crazy, you have to kill me
I'm the one who's going to get out
I've fought for this neighborhood and I'm not going to give up
The kiosk is mine, the rules are going to change, if we win, if we hit, if we lose, we have to move

Syko:
I got out, I think they saw me
A couple ran
Kendo, I have him in front of me... They got me

Kendo:
Syko was injured, I hooked the clip from twenty to the nine, the one who kills in this neighborhood today is the day to prove it

Between shots and sirens
The voice of my girl
Says daddy it's better for you to stay
Don't go out, it hurts me
What my girl doesn't know is that her daddy is owed
To a street war, a dude dies
That money is never given away and it doesn't rain from the sky
That for seeing the first bastard grow up, I've already given nine

I failed you my love, maybe our dreams were shattered
But to this other son of a bitch, I gave the eleven that remained
The guards arrived, surrounded me, shot
I tried to beat them but they still caught me
I'm writing to you from jail in case they didn't tell you
Or unfortunately I died and they buried me

Don Omar:
Last night an angel visited me and asked what price it has
Not being able to be happy and not seeing your children grow up
He said that you find the devil living behind the cash register
Remember that the crazy one was the one who took your old lady

Leave it all behind, pick up, find your way, you have time
Don't trust even yourself, there's no friend in hell
I felt immense peace when that angel spoke to me
Suddenly others were knocking on the door

He told me not to walk alone, not to get involved, not to let yourself go
You were born for this, stand tall, don't complain
Don't let go of the gun, it's your only guarantee
That tomorrow the daylight will shine on you

Think about the family, the rent, the food
The girl is sick, your mom already died of AIDS
Answer me, damn it, are you going to let destiny decide for you?
Or are you going to take the law into your own hands and find a way out?

Angels and demons
Talking to me and not
Angels and demons
Talking to me and not
I didn't want to listen

The day when my neighborhood knows and recognizes
That blood calls for more blood
We will never end with drugs
If not, it will end with all of us
That murders are increasing every day
And that each and every one of us
Is responsible for our communities to continue in the future
Progress town, Puerto Rico you can

Luian

Syko:
The change will never happen
If we don't start with ourselves
For someone who understands, few words are enough
Do you understand?
Syko, Don Omar, and Kendo Kaponi
The orphanage

Kendo:
This is the never-ending story
First us, then our children
Kendo Kaponi
Don Omar
Syko
The orphanage