Bajo Mundo

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Go over there my nigga

The big guys keep hustling
Thanks to God, things are turning around
And it hurts many to see me progressing
Because I come from the neighborhood and I'm making my way
I'm stuck and not showing off
I always stay humble by working
They talk bad about me because I'm making noise
But anyway, the ranks are mine
They'll have to keep sucking
The streets are ours, we're not playing
I'm representing the heated neighborhoods
It's that the strong people are in control

You don't know all the struggles I've faced
Nor what I've walked through
I've never seen your help when I needed it
All the ass-kissers who have criticized me
Let them put on my boots and walk where I've walked
15 years of my life, they wouldn't have endured
More than half would have committed suicide
Since I was little, I've been lost
Lacking a father figure and with a programmed brain
Revealed by the discriminating society
Because their social class and mine are not the same
That's why I make rhymes
To screw the mother of all the sons of bitches who try to block me
The big guys keep hustling
Standing at 30, we're putting the doll together
The old lady who sees me smoking thinks I'm loafing
But ma'am, you don't know what we're plotting
I'm not working in vain
I know that if I don't do my part, no one will help me
My mom says that this rap thing is worthless
But I have faith, I know I'll succeed
Many times I wake up and there's nothing to eat
So without much effort, I head to the bar
A beer, a snack to nibble on
When the waiter isn't looking, I leave without paying
I'm tired of walking around, I don't know what I'm going to do
I don't have a job and I have a daughter to support
My family doesn't want to know about me
They say I only think about smoking and drinking
I went out to the street the day before yesterday, I got 300
But I'm missing 200 to pay the rent
I even had to pawn my wife's ring
And sell the TV to be able to eat

Damn, let me tell you a story from my area
Because of unemployment, the hitmen are showing off
My cousin studied for 3 years to get a diploma
And ended up working as a cashier at the supermarket
The street is hot, it's no joke
The guys are crazy smoking joints and drinking beer
I'm anti-police because I was born in Orcasitas
In all the blocks, I have a couple of bad girls
The brawl in 27 to stir up trouble
The pipe in the south area and the Doritos in Villa Tablita
We're hustling, looking for money
(Doing my part, we'll talk later)

The big guys keep hustling
Thanks to God, things are turning around
And it hurts many to see me progressing
Because I come from the neighborhood and I'm making my way
I'm stuck and not showing off
I always stay humble by working
They talk bad about me because I'm making noise
But anyway, the ranks are mine
They'll have to keep sucking
The streets are ours, we're not playing
I'm representing the heated neighborhoods
It's that the strong people are in control