Malandro

A stage painted red with blood stains
A kid on the ground, thick ink forming a stream
A grieving heart crying out for comfort
For a child sleeping with a shot in the cerebellum
Tears of gold losing their treasure
While crying, those who accompany him echo the chorus
A single tune, a desperate melody
A dead body putting an end to a fairy tale
The scene adorned by two bodies and tears
A cartridge and a yellow stripe saying 'do not cross'
The cops being part of the tragic outcome
Which are also part of the voracious social monsters
Lives turned into souls, broken hearts seeking comfort in their tears
But no matter how hard the pain and tears
They don't bring back life, not even to the holiest
That's why in the meantime, I cower watching my buddy Chuleta on the floor
I start to think that no one will get away smoothly here
No matter how good one is, danger always lurks around
And those who don't wish you harm are few
That's why this blood deluge doesn't stop
It takes longer to bring peace than for a gun to jam
There's still war over virtues, there are still burials
Tears, pain, and coffins
And don't doubt that if you don't help yourself, no one will help you
I know they want to fly, but don't try to reach the clouds

CHORUS
Ooouuoohhh yeeeaah

Thug is not just about stealing, thug is not just about killing
Thug is not just about carrying, thug is the one with balls when using a gun (x2)

Gunpowder doesn't lie, under his hand sleeps a bunch of people
That's why you have to be transparent
They think it's a joke, messing with the quiet one
And when you hear it, it's the cracking
They see that this is thuggery
The smell of formaldehyde they confuse with fragrance
And they let themselves be carried away by ignorance
A gun doesn't make a man more of a man
Not with three balls, not even with an arsenal he buys
This is another more thug and less enduring era
Where anyone has Brownings, meters, combs, and gloves
You know what the curse of iron is
That the one who kills with it has his days numbered
To die like a dog by the iron, gunpowder, and bullet
And for the pleasure of a bad conscience
Square a snake, make up your mind
Kill everyone, look for your snake
Surely any idiot will break you
Or the cops, who are others, who are the black minds
You die and others celebrate
Many start by doing harm, nothing strange
That thuggery was a deception
That's why they didn't make it past this year
You put an end to your own life and time
You go, but those who love you are the ones who cry
(Learn this, life is not a car game, you know this is the reality of the neighborhood)

CHORUS

Thug is not just about stealing, thug is not just about killing
Thug is not just about carrying, thug is the one with balls when using a gun (x2)

Why do they think this is a joke?
If you know that anyone can pass and take your life
If you know that your mom cries on her knees and screams in pain
Why kill recklessly if you earn a date with death?
It's true that one chooses their fate
And that some think they're invincible and others too strong
You just walk around thinking you're made of steel
The biggest idiot comes and gives you your due
And all this didn't start now
But every Superman has their kryptonite
The idiot is the one who thinks everyone is fools
And he's smart, those who win the death lottery in the front row
What's the hunger for fame if when you hit the scene, in less than two months, you're clear they're going to blow you up
All those hunters who are also prey
Are the first ones death catches off guard
You ask to join the underworld to fit in
But before you even reach thirty, a bullet crosses you
Remember that you don't live twice
I'm not going to be a thug today to be killed in less than two months
Everyone wants to be a boss, everyone wants fame
Everyone wants to hit the stage to be able to shoot
Everyone wants to know what it feels like to be a thug
Pay the pardo two twenty and die shot like a thug

PRIETTO talking (Venezuela, this is playing live, the real thuggery of Latin America universal, Petare Catia, I've seen mothers crying covering their children with a sheet when they see the real thuggery, the betrayal, the envy, the hypocrisy, that's what abounds in the neighborhood, playing live, haha, say it, rekeshee)