El Killo

The 3,000 homes, conflicts, crime
Julio was a child who played among violence
He grew up among unlicensed junk
The street and the shots deflowered his innocence
In the browns with the "Pelao" freaking out
Nail and flesh, blood and fire, wandering
Dreaming, driving an R6
Or in a BMW R3 skidding
From the 3000 to the neighborhood to titerroy flying
Lanzarote trembles, hurricane in control
His nom de guerre "El Killo", behind his command
Bala lost, every day scheming
He stole his mother's car, speed
He purrs a lot and there is no more dog that barks
Their situation burns, rebellion, blue lights, a bad reputation for the police

I didn't want to rebel
Everything I know was taught to me by the street
Mom, forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt anyone
I lived very fast and realized it late

A TZR, day of kings, a dream
At 13 years old he no longer felt small
Lurching, some escape, smiling
Mischief piloting, southern style
Bad fame, its shadow, its owner
Crossing glances causing confrontations
A man approaches, hits violently
Julio takes the torna and clicks on it without fear
It wasn't serious, they gave him a year and a half, and
A couple of causes for the face, they will be pigs!
Center for minors, Tabars in captivity
4 year sentence, mom I'm sorry
It was a little rowdy in the center
His weak friends always defending
The audacity cost him a cruel kick
8 hours tied up, naked, like a dog
The months go by, the days are falling
I remember how an entire nodule was on fire
How Julio defied that hell
Crying, her friend fell asleep soundly

I didn't want to rebel
Everything I know was taught to me by the street
Mom, forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt anyone
I lived very fast and realized it late

Slow re-entry, first permits
From wild stray to submissive
In your thoughts now love is a floor
Find the keys that bring you closer to paradise
Magic arrives, his girlfriend, his passion
Hearts suffer the pressure of prison
They dream awake, they walk under the sun
Rays of hope, light of redemption
Soon freedom
The juvenile center with its dead could burn for me
I don't paint it anymore, I want to start a family
May it burn among ashes, sadness and vigil
But the darkness turns to silence
With his partner on a motorcycle, chatting, driving
A swift steel demon soared through the wind
Horse without brakes, bloody gallop
His body lay on the ground, slow pulse
The air hissed ominously
Machiavellian destiny, thirsty for pain
Now from heaven you are smiling

I didn't want to rebel
Everything I know was taught to me by the street
Mom, forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt anyone
I lived very fast and realized it late