Zona de Gangsta

In a dark area where everything is poverty, killing,
Shooting, stealing is nature and my head and my mind
And my brain is a restricted area where there's grass,
Snow to show me the way and there's no way out,
The one inside doesn't come out because you have to kill
So you don't get killed, I look one way
And the other so there are no surprises, my 9 stays alert
To hunt its prey, you pass by here and without knowing you
Most likely I'll shoot you, then
I'll know if the one I killed was innocent but why bother?
I already killed him, I'm insane! here many claim
To be my friends but I know they are my first enemies,
Death steps in and you can hear its laughter, minutes pass slowly
But with haste, here they don't even believe in holy words
Since every day the guns sing and for every tune
Someone leaves but at least they have a bit of peace,
In a gangsta zone you'll only have 365 days
Of unhappiness...
Everyone back so no one touches me and that focus
I keep it to shoot, blood, bullets, tears,
Death is what you'll live, many puppets play
At war but sometimes the string tends to break
For all of us death comes knocking,
Some appear with the handkerchief in their mouth, maybe
It could be me maybe it could be you, look at Jesus Christ
Crying on that cross, Daniel 9:24:26 as Jesus said
The king came to establish the law, yeah yeah yeah. but it couldn't
In this world there's a shield that blocks
Everything good and breaking it down is tough, bullets
Pierce cinemas and the like people gather so they
Don't get killed,
I always walk with my friend the Beretta
Infallible with whom I'm unstoppable sometimes I'm
Even invisible like Goku invincible like Superman
Indestructible,
The snakes climbing and me going down
The rain of bullets is already wetting
Children disappear, workers and students
But the criminals never disappear, the war
Never ends and now you'll see if they kill
One of my buddies I have to avenge him I kill one of
Them and they'll proceed and this chain will never
Break, I go for you, you go for me, my mind
Says f extbackslash uckin my b extbackslash itch says kill, that's how it is, that's the life
Of a gangsta where anyone for a
Comment they give him a massacre my eyes advance
Like ultraviolet light
(like the field of my house and not precisely hidden)
Some of us have connections
Back with the government anyone who turns
We send them to hell, here we all grew up
With rage and bitterness here time doesn't exist
Killing is the culture, my heart no longer beats out of fear,
I don't believe in mercy and even less in love,
Anyone outside with a gun is someone
But in a prison you see you're nobody,
You have to be a warrior here one fills up here to
Survive as a true gangsta, I'm not afraid
Of death but I don't challenge it, motherf extbackslash ucker,
On the contrary: I respect it, here everyone
To the beat of the note advances: give me mine
Take yours and that's how the deal always is,
We don't go around with that nonsense of robbing
Or killing for fun, ours is
To finish off anyone who messes with mine,
Leave them looking inward and decorate them with shots,
That's how it is, that's the law of the west stop being wrong
And end the plague, the world is full of
Traitors anyone for money sells your skin and
Now in this millennium things are tougher where
Violence takes over death, you need
To be lucky to escape this mess, if you're
Good and without malice then you have no life, but if
You want to be very bad they'll screw you just the same, you have
To balance between good and evil, these
Were the tales of a gangsta, stop the violence
I think that's enough, enough, enough...
(says Colombia and requesón from dry guerrilla,
Subterranean records, words written with blood,
Words written with love and pain....)