El Niño (feat. Jorge Carmona)

This is one of those stories, from the street, from the neighborhood
One of many, those that are told daily
Just another movie of those lived here, on this side
My Jorjito, this we owed to the people
So come on, give it flavor, my brother
How does it go

The Boy
There goes The Boy
The neighborhood, the street, my blood
You weren't bad, you just lacked affection

The Boy
There goes The Boy
The corner devours you, daddy
And you were too clever for your own good

He says
Since he was a kid, he was kicked out of school
The boss is up north, the lady was a show-off
Since he was about 8, he was abandoned with his grandma
There are lives that seem to already have the skull

As soon as he hit the street, the Ñera Gang pulled him in
His famous brother because he robbed Cometra
They say it was millions, envy, gossip
The gang is ruthless, so he got screwed

He started as a lookout, worked with the cool guy
They hit the trailers and rented to the Chinese
When they caught him, they said: This one is too young
And when he formed, not for lamb or goat

He pulled out the 9, quickly he took them down
Let's see you sons of bitches, here no one acts tough
Open the safe and start breaking the piggy bank
Because here the world is yours as Al Pacino said

The Boy
There goes The Boy
The neighborhood, the street, my blood
You weren't bad, you just lacked affection

The Boy
There goes The Boy
The corner devours you, daddy
And you were too clever for your own good

Years passed, he had already been through the system
He came out more hardened, the traumas, the complexes
The kid was tough, he pulled hard
Be careful if you saw him ugly, he acted like a fool

Robbery after robbery, celebration after celebration
A gram of coke and Don Julio's Corralejo
Take a line, he goes back like a crab
What do you know, you're already old

Friday afternoon, the scene: A Banco Azteca
I go in, you drive, the guys just check
He seemed like another kid going for a scholarship
What irony, he crosses himself when he sins

Okay, everyone on the ground — and the disco began
Bam-bam-bam!, the dry bullet was heard
There were undercover cops, secret police
Another life lost, another life for the gallows

(The Boy)
(There goes The Boy)
The laws of the street
Are not the same as those of the court

(The Boy)
(There goes The Boy)
There he goes, there he goes, there he goes
The little angel became a criminal

(The Boy)
(There goes The Boy)
Oh, and his mother cried for him
They killed my boy
Oh, poor little angel

(The Boy)
(There goes The Boy)
Another story for my neighborhood
Another dead for the mural

(The Boy)
(There goes The Boy)

A little salsa for my people, for my neighborhood
For those who have been there from the beginning
With much affection and from the heart
And I have no street tale because you know who he is
Eme MalaFe
Ah, we are the voices of the neighborhood
My brother, proud to sing this with you
Jorge Carmona, tell them
In production, Mr. Gabriel C
Tell them Radiante
Give it some rhythm