Falta Otro Fren

This one's to your memory, I'll always remember you, bro
May God have you in glory, peace to your soul
Your soul has taken flight
But here we'll remember you
It's not goodbye, it's see you later
We'll meet again
You've gone ahead to heaven

In the hood, another homie's missing
Another homie
In the hood, another homie's missing
Yeah
In the hood, another homie's missing
Another homie
In the hood, another homie's missing

This song is a token of affection
For the friendship we had since we were kids
It hurt to know that you were the deceased
And nothing could be done if that's what God wanted
Rest in peace
And if you're in heaven, talk to the bass for me
Tell him that when my time comes
To keep a spot for me in his kingdom
May death not surprise me like the dawn
I don't want the enemy of souls to take me
May death not surprise me like the dawn
I don't want the enemy of souls to take me

In the hood, another homie's missing
Another homie
And another homie's missing
Yeah
In the area, another homie's missing
Another homie
In the hood, another homie's missing
Yeah

It's not goodbye, it's a farewell
We must remember the experiences we shared
So many sorrows and joys we had together
Here, those who love you cry for your departure
And I can't stop thinking
That yesterday you were with us and today you'll never be again
We can't buy life
And here, death only lives to kill
Your soul has taken flight
But here we'll remember you
It's not goodbye, it's see you later, you've gone ahead to heaven

In the hood, another homie's missing
Another homie
In the hood, another homie's missing
Yeah
In the hood, another homie's missing
Another homie
In the hood, another homie's missing

And just like the teacher once told me
There are parables from the apostle Peter
Let the dead bury their own dead
His kingdom doesn't belong to ours
When a man from the hood dies
Friends gather
To plan from Monday to Monday so that death doesn't go unpunished
And the one who's messed up brings them together, gives them weapons for the house
And plenty of cherry to smoke
And the sect is lit, shots in the air
Hood funerals
We cry for those we love
We love those who are missing, it'll always be
I know you're with God

In the hood, another homie's missing
One shouldn't live in fear
Of those who kill the body because they can't touch the soul
But fear the one who kills the soul
And casts it into hell
Blessed is the one who finds God's grace
Blessed is the one who enters the kingdom of heaven
The gates of heaven

Rest in peace
(In memory of Yeyooo)
The kid