Mi Vida

There is nothing more, mom carries evil in her heart, I already cut illusion

Mom, don't unfairly hit your son
You don't know if tomorrow that will be his rage
You don't know if he'll grow up loving his parents
And want to go out on the street as a child
Not having a way or values, being a person
Dead-end alleys and joyless
Who has put his life and loses it in no time
Playing with the devil, hell in his face
Sometimes

Open the door when you want to leave
Live until you want to die
Feel how the people in the neighborhood live
Whether they're a whore, thief, addict, or maybe a hitman
That's how workers also live
Eager to kill their bosses under pressure

Open the door for me, I don't want to die out here
I feel the bullets grazing my body
The agony of falling, I want to keep going
I'll walk on the edge of hell
In the hands of any f
ggot
Souls will fall
It could be yours or mine
In any corner, the spark of life will go out
Where there is no color or class, the poppies withered
Filled with hatred, the guns
Daily rat meals, the path we've been given
I feel like a slave to live Colombia without borders
But an internal prisoner because
There is no way out without the right to claim my seeds
Because if there is land to cultivate them, the entrails
Scoured by the pain in flames
Could extinguish them in the communes
I wish I could start my life over
I wish I could start over without the law chasing me

Open the door when you want to leave
Live until you want to die
Feel how the people in the neighborhood live
Whether they're a whore, thief, addict, or maybe a hitman
That's how workers also live
Eager to kill their bosses under pressure

As you see
Growth is real
Since I was a child, life has made me dance in the ring
Killing my illusions
Putting aside my dreams is profound
The crisis I live in shoots on a journey
As a child, navigating, hallucinating from hunger
Only hope in the trash, we feed tomorrow
I only trust in the hunger that watches my back
Blessings to my partner who is still in jail
When my mother comes, she stays up all night
I go out on the street, the military objective
Named a misstep and my life is someone else's

The early morning accompanies me, feeds me
The sound of bullets burns, this is the price, the sentence
Of living the system, the weapons don't give respect
Freedom and money
Don't trust the law to know a sincere friend
You smoke patched up at the door
Of my house, you smoke a Bolivar from the
Correctional facility to the square

How much I would give to start over now
And feel better about killing someone in my dreams
Get on a train to an unknown city
Get lost completely and regain my life
Forgive me, mother, for what you've suffered for me
Forgive me, father, when I die, take care of my son
Only you know that you are the queen of my life
Thank you for your warmth on the cold ground
I love you, woman, for your great company
We are warm children with open arms
I accept my mistakes, I put out the fire, the road is long
Long venomous snakes for Medellin
Colombia speaking in the communes
Green light in the store, parks, corners
Dirt on the mountain, I enter the hill
Quiet but now to listen to them, I go from calm to heat
Quiet at the time of controlling them

Open the door when you want to leave
Live until you want to die
Feel how the people in the neighborhood live
Whether they're a whore, thief, bug, or maybe a hitman
That's how workers also live
Eager to kill their bosses under pressure

Open the door when you want to leave
Live until you want to die
Feel how the people in the neighborhood live
Whether they're a whore, thief, bug, or maybe a hitman
That's how workers also live
Eager to kill their bosses under pressure

In the other Bogota!
Shot to the taunts, white background rap
Without a mask, black life, smoking Chile, what's up hey!
Disgust, man, ray of light, yeah, stepped on here in the
House mode, fucking is Bogota, yeah!