Malandreo Negro

This is the beginning of the poverty of two black men in a neighborhood

I tell with tears how one thug dies
The need is what
urges me to be stealing
When one is scum they leave you stuck
You don't know who's waiting for them
Will it be God?
Will it be the devil?
In the 666 pot my body is burning
I'm walking desperate, looking for work is a failure, I get home my kids are crying what's happening the situation is getting worse, I look for legal money, but destiny is changing me
Brother what's happening?
The hunger is killing us
I don't have much but ask me for what's within my reach
I need real since in jobs they don't give me a chance
What are you thinking?
Seriously now I think in a trance
Watch out for the drug dealing that nothing is in balance
I barely have my house my hungry and pain-stricken kids hug me what I want is to buy half a kilo of coke and set up a spot
Are you going back to the same thing what's up?
You, don't you see that I don't have a damn thing and I'm talking to you it's about trust, not for me but for my kids who have nothing, talk to me clearly and tell me are you going to go along with the plan?
Calm down scum I'm not going to let you die, I'm with you but watch out out there
Guerrilla Seca represents, misery, hunger, poverty... SHIT!, this is the reality that can happen to you what I say is thuggery, real story
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I walk in this world with pain and sorrow

(Guerrilla Seca brother of Latin bron my brother..... the poverty of the neighborhood continues)

It only took six months to set me up with my family, to set up my kids, my woman and my rib, recognized in good sales envy was never lacking, the snake that made visits to my hill in those days for being the king of the corner they shot at my house but I also responded, I only trusted my buddy and the nine I had, there were many spots that compared to mine fell, they didn't compare to the quality of my merchandise, but one day with so many people I sold to they conspired against me and snitched on me with civilian cops
shhh... look little bug raise your hands, little bug come here stand up (what's up man) still, stand up and shut up asshole, get on the ground, I'll break you right here I'm telling you, shut up I'm not supposed to catch you, I've been catching you for a while, I've been hunting you for a while, shut up, if you don't have money I won't let you go!
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I walk in this world with pain and sorrow

Bad black, dirty black, ugly black
that's how the neighborhood cartel fell one day nobody knew when my boy would come out but the bail had to be paid and everything would be fixed because if not his kids and his wife would die of pain, I felt bad for everything that was happening while my boy is in jail I'll take his guide role
well dude, I'm out there moving one and looking at the records, but dude, nooo the lawyer is telling me it's not a drug deal, that here years can go by and it's a drug deal but calm down
look what happened? how are my woman and the kids man how are
your little ones are fine, your woman is fine too because they are with me and well. Of course while you're in here I'll stand up for them out there
when I get out of this shit I want you to have everything ready so that when I go out there I swear we're going to stick a few devils with a bomb, whatever you want there, so you can shoot all those bugs and let them die a few roosters.
A year after the darkness I got out of jail, thanks to all the efforts and movements of my buddy, there's no tomorrow now I have plenty of anger and desire to hit the assholes who jump on me like frogs, my first execution to ring them and look for my weapons, killing them is the only thing that would purify my soul, not even the advice of those who love me gives me calm, they're going to die by lead they won't die of asthma, the bitches sang in the night of open fire, everyone hears the bullets that are giving the concert, suddenly I saw many bullets all dark red and desert
I can't believe it's my buddy who's dead for his kids and his wife I feel the laments come help his spirit fly through the winds, MY GOD! my rib is dead, I want everyone to know that what starts one day ends, that's the law of the neighborhoods and all their corners, one tries to improve but everyone turns their back on him, tell me who you are and I'll tell you who you hang out with, need and hunger is what leads the poor to fight however they can to earn the damn money
Guerrilla Seca represents, misery, hunger, poverty... SHIT!, this is the reality that can happen to you what I say is thuggery, real story, Guerrilla Seca represents, misery, hunger, poverty... SHIT!, this is the reality that can happen to you what I say is thuggery, real story (Guerrilla seca brothers of Latin bron my brother, the poverty of the neighborhood continues)