El jardin del Eden

You, the local, this one's for everyone who
Tells me to stop talking about the streets, no way
What I see are bullets, blood, chases... betrayal and
Death... but I wonder where's the love...

Before love, this dose of violence, with the
Bad influence crime grows, free of dust
And fluff, and if it works, the papers
Are my victim, the skilled one my knife, a fair
, Dysentery, a serious misery, I'm matter
Or just a simple bacteria, from the hood, my brother
, Where life is a gamble, and the weed, it ain't free
Has its price, everything's happening behind
The law's back, there's no social class here
There’s no king, the mother prays because the
Shots and bullets don’t stop, a son who no longer
Kisses his father, memories weigh, period and comma
, Mark this, it’s no joke, the saints no longer exist
, Nor can you find them in Rome, that’s how it is man, the street is
A pressure cooker, in the hood you hear shots
When a crazy one goes into action, neither in
Bethlehem nor in Jerusalem, you know who’s who in the garden
Of Eden, the purple well in the hundred, come they
Put you in the swing, death says come, come, come and amen
, Neither in Bethlehem nor in Jerusalem, you know who’s who
In the garden of Eden, the purple well in the hundred
, Come they put you in the swing, death says come, come
Come and amen

Poison in the ground where more bad than
Good, an addict poisons her baby
Giving from the breast, cold as winter
, The streets are hell, I've seen murders
Even in the womb, I keep counting deaths
I keep subtracting lives, that’s a problem I
Can’t find a way out of, armed people
, Bloodied blocks, heavy people
Of advanced search, the area convulses
Because there’s a rotten place, many bandits
Are dead for being bold, blood is always
Red, red is the blood, many win the war, and
No one defeats hunger, there are kids who say
Let’s get a bag for the kids, we’re talking
Hey 30 bucks 5 grams, and if a flower loses its
Color, it has no value, and love rhymes with pain
Pain with love, neither in Bethlehem nor in Jerusalem
You know who’s who in the garden of Eden
The purple well in the hundred, come they put you in the
Swing, death says come, come, come and amen
Neither in Bethlehem nor in Jerusalem, you know who’s who in
The garden of Eden, the purple well in the hundred
Come they put you in the swing, death says come, come, come and amen

The local doesn’t drown, rhymes with second
Unholsters, for deep zones
Where the chaos is wild, mouth parrot
The black one without delay, now it perforates
A lady cries and pleads if this
Gets better, I brought phlegm with flame, it breaks your
Schemes, if it burns, it’s that hunger
Produces poems, they murmur my clarity
Lasts, I bring no trash, nor impure, cure
All my madness, of care, for my hood
And for the opposing side, rap is necessary
To speak the truth that makes me a bloodthirsty
In the street there’s no rarity if I take it by assault
I run the red light, with my lyrics on the asphalt
Let’s see who, the one who has, that rosen den in the dna
When it sounds for his kid, nothing can
Stop him, the one who warns you, of the brawl the luck
Is death, this alert wakes up that death
Knocks on the door.