Soy Inocente (feat. La Húngara)

Oh, Virgin of Carmen
I ask for mercy for a prisoner
Who has me in love
Let my song reach his courtyard

Ah! I shit on the dead of the commissioner
Customs, OCON Sur, the damn officials
They starve us in the neighborhood
They mistreat us in penitentiary centers
Rat-tat-tat-tat!

I am your guilty one
You hold the hand
But I am the delinquent
You want to extinguish the fire with gasoline
In the slammer
In Botafuegos
The points are hot!
Aaaarg!

Money laundering, since two thousand thirteen
Military groups: GAR and GRS
Police actions, prosecutors and judges
Part of the merchandise that disappears

Let me pray to you
Virgin of Mercy
No one deserves
To spend so many months in first-degree prison
Nor to be told: Be quiet and obey!

From outside the prison
This secret love drives me crazy
From outside the prison
I suffer my sentence and feel lonely
From outside the prison
I blow kisses to his mouth
From outside the prison
From outside the prison

I was born to be the first
I don't waste a second
Third parties sold me out
To the cops for the money
Trendy to flip to the drug lords
The short ones, the assault rifles
The forty-sevens are Russian
The M-16s come straight from the USA
Let's give war to the abuser
When the lightning strikes
Excuses are over!

From the courtyard I hear you sing
That saves me a lot of paying
That reminds me of private parties
Tired of depriving, I was free

The dead of the prosecutor
The accounts and houses are confiscated
Trafficking, laundering, organized crime
But I'm innocent
The system won't bring me down

Oh, Virgin of Carmen
I ask for mercy for a prisoner
Who has me in love
Let my song reach his courtyard

From outside the prison
This secret love drives me crazy
From outside the prison
I suffer my sentence and feel lonely
From outside the prison
I blow kisses to his mouth
From outside the prison
Oh, from outside the prison

From outside the prison
This secret love drives me crazy
From outside the prison
I suffer my sentence and feel lonely
From outside the prison
I blow kisses to his mouth
From outside the prison
Oh, from outside the prison

CNC, Cannon Fodder
Because the media think they have the official version
I bring you the B-side of the information, you son of a bitch