Eres un payaso

Do you remember La Torta's
The one from the crew
The one who told you to go, kill that little pig
Take out the .40, go crazy
But how I suffered, they killed Vito
Let's go kill him, I told you, I won't back down
Take out the .40, go crazy
But at night I prayed to my Christ
Lord, please take care of my little brother.

You're the artist of the moment, you're the trend
Everyone wants to follow your steps!!!
But you feel lonely!!
You're a Clown!!!
Behind a girl with a BMW and a house
You hide your failures
And you remain empty!!!
You're a Clown.

You think you're the terror controlling everything with bullets
But be careful, friends are scarce
They tell you they love you and give you a hug
And when you turn your back, they fill you with lead
And your children are left alone and they don't even pay attention
Your wife gives herself to your buddies
And the new daddy fills your kids with beatings
And you're already buried, you were a clown...

You're the artist of the moment, you're the trend
Everyone wants to follow your steps!!!
But you feel lonely!!
You're a Clown!!!
Behind a girl with a BMW and a house
You hide your failures
And you remain empty!!!
You're a Clown.

I was the Clown who said
That life was a cure
That you should take the girl
And play tricks on her
But at night
I prayed to the God of the heights
Lord, take care of my daughter
Keep her pure
And I said give it to her hard, hard
So she gets hot
Give her heat... so she knows how it feels
But at night I prayed to my Christ
Lord, take care of my daughter
That she doesn't manifest.

You're the artist of the moment, you're the trend
Everyone wants to follow your steps!!!
But you feel lonely!!
You're a Clown!!!
Behind a girl with a BMW and a house
You hide your failures
And you remain empty!!!
You're a Clown.

It's been 15 years in this
You think I'm joking
Or that it's an emotion
Or that this is a trip
I have a thousand stories
That I can tell you
Like the one about Berto
The one from Garateo
Who in the '90s
Had a crew of 70
Had 40 buddies and a violent reputation
Neither the crew nor the money avoids the pain
Today he's in jail and no one visits him.

Cousins killing each other
Like Benji and Relo
Brothers from another mother
Like Blaqui and Raelo
You're not untouchable
Today it could be you
I remember my brother
Tito Bolondru.

The street gives you wings
You think you're flying
The devil and death giving you support
You give your life and everything for the street
And end up dead like Israel from Manuela.

If they never catch you, that's a feat
The devil uses you to commit the crime
After they kill you, nobody remembers you
I still cry for my brother Vito.

Like my Chile, love of God
When he gave you wings
The street defeats you
Daddy, there's no goal here
It's not to scare you
It's for you to open your eyes
And know that in life
Death doesn't respect...