El Callao

Every Sunday, the Callao will have more sun
The Lord took her away to light up another side
She's with the pink one and her lovely hair
Shouting goal for Boys and with the Lord of the empires
I came to talk about the massacre, damn
Gentlemen, the black guy has arrived, the town ignited this duel

This is one of the many stories that the port hides
Of killers, bullets, blood, and here you pay like a dead man
The war of Callao and power is not foreign to me
Of hitmen, just a millimeter of ground
Daily bread, a bloodbath at any dawn
My brother's from Callao in yesterday's newspaper
Like one of the darkest areas of Peru
But the garden is beautiful even if the roses have thorns

You live on the edge of bad and worse
They traffic, they kill dreaming of being the best
There were 30 shots fired with cold blood
And the first thing I said was what a cowardice
Two lives were already taken in a settlement
An innocent didn't die by his own law, they turned it around
The death of these people took the color from many
But the tears, my people, don't stop the pain

Talk of revenge against a gang war
Respect for the area, knowing who runs this
The voice of death ran through the Chalaco neighborhood
Now winter's coming, better put on your coat
Where the law doesn't reach, only bullets are heard
The bad weed pulls, shoots, laughs, and then packs

But this is the business where many interests lie
And the fat sharks eat all the fish
Guide the loyal dog and others sell us out
Let me explain, bro, snitches open their mouths
They make statements, the war just begins
And the press thinks the situation is tense
It's hard to cool things down here
Let me explain why? Dude, there are many dead here

And through this, I only ask for peace in Callao
Hey, I don't want to see more compatriots buried
I step a bit off topic, I'm gonna talk about the substance
Because all ages know its fragrance
Someone said the poor have nothing elegant
The rich put on makeup and lose their diplomacy

I walked through Callao, I did it in La Molina too
In both areas, the cocaine trade is the same
The difference is only in small amounts
The one with more cash moves a ton of stuff
And what I'm telling you isn't just here in my land
In the world, everyone knows power is a war

In many districts, we have this problem
Drugs and money go hand in hand in this
Let the PNP hear me to be satisfied
This goes to those who stained, ha! The uniform
There's a crazy thing that brings a lot of laughs
They always say that the killer is the one with the coke
They show it and say they even burn it
And answer me, where does the other half go?

If there's a lot of money, it reaches the police station
Only some cops get their hands broken
High-ranking officials who know the business and run it
And I keep asking why they don't confront them
And feed the dogs with junk at customs
But they remain free and aren't doing time

They stained the pink one and Callao is in mourning
And the girl will shout goal for Boys up in heaven
Ha! Even if they cry for her, living on in memory
A little innocent now rests in glory
Those green eyes will light up the port
With a blessing, I'll have a rose here in my garden

She's resting in a beautiful paradise
The girl, damn... And her curly hair, ha!
And when Boys play, she'll be in the stands
With the pink youth cheering for the joy
Chalaco's on the field with the jersey number 12

Give smiles to the dead
And save tears... for those still alive.