Amor de Madre (feat. La Puri y Manuel El Popeye)

I'm in Soto del Real
For a robbery
Get down on the ground!
In the slammer
Once again in the clink
No TV, no smokes
No cash in the account
No buddies in the yard
My life was at stake
For a week with those judges
The head of services
Knows me from before
He's happy to see me
He's crazy to lock me up
In the hole, to screw me over

I have to be strong
Not to get in trouble
To shut up the bitch
And not to bounce back
The guard keeps provoking me
Says I'll end up pissing blood
I won't get pissed off
That's what he wants
To let me bleed out
Nor will he bully me
If he's such a man
Let him shoot!
Let him come and kill me!

From cell to cell, I go
From here to there
When they give me the ball
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly

From cell to cell, I go
From here to there
When they give me the ball
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly

The corporal has snitched
Said I'm dealing
That I have a shank stashed
During the frisk, they caught me
The junkie
They beat me up
They gave me a beating
The hole smells like piss
It's dark
All day turned off
Four walls
All paranoid
Bruised, battered
They have me locked up
In isolation
Where even the toughest have begged
For mercy amidst cries
I don't step foot in the yard
For a while now
I live with my own excrement
Inside this cement bunker
Crimes are committed
Against the inmates
Mother's love
Freedom for the prisoners
When you read this letter
I'll be dead

I feel a void in my chest
Everything turns black
I feel free
And I take flight
And I no longer pay the clink!

From cell to cell, I go
From here to there
When they give me the ball
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly

From cell to cell, I go
From here to there
When they give me the ball
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly