La Calle

Chorus: In this concrete jungle, I haven't seen anything concrete yet, survival is no longer a secret, the killers in this world are not very discreet, a lot of blood spilled, that was the decree (BIS).

They look for drugs, drugs are money, money is everything on the street, step on this key so you don't faint later, a peddler selling cocaine by the pound, gram, and penny, trouble on stage when everyone is seated, your path crumbles in alcohol, drugs, and parties but what you gather here doesn't go to the grave, on the street you learn that life is not valued here, luck tends to change when something goes wrong, I knock on the door, an angel comes out swaggering on a corner, no one knows that some are made of jelly, a black man is shooting at the government cops, they are turning all this into hell, be careful if you fall because no one will pick you up here, you're actually putting a knife to your throat, you live in a vile world full of conflicts, the world is crap and I'm addicted to this crap, all that chronological jungle attacks the system, in the city you always find lives burning, drugs are a psychoterrorific movement for some, dangerous for others, you have to know which key to press because if you peel for a knife, others will peel you for a 9.

Chorus: In this concrete jungle, I haven't seen anything concrete yet, survival is no longer a secret, the killers in this world are not very discreet, a lot of blood spilled, that was the decree (BIS).

The street is an outlet of wisdom where people do crap every day and even practice witchcraft, with my words I leave more than one paralyzed, don't call me critical, I'm analytical, I'm a disease that sneaks into your body, making a hole, leaving you dry, like when ants eat a damn insect, the street is a challenge and anyone can stop you, give it all up, accept the challenge in this concrete jungle, don't think my words are anatomical, it's just that they turn people into addicts, taking your teeth as if I were a dentist, I hope you don't see me as an astrologer, watch a true underground from this land that has worked hard in this war making my hit list hip hop, but when I grab the microphone on stage, I make more noise than a canary, and I learned this in the street of my neighborhood without needing to use a scapular, the toughest thing is that the mercenaries never disappeared, much less the hitmen, daily dry guerrilla and he learned this in the street of his neighborhood.

Chorus: In this concrete jungle, I haven't seen anything concrete yet, survival is no longer a secret, the killers in this world are not very discreet, a lot of blood spilled, that was the decree (BIS)