Hablale a mis hijos

Fuck
Not necessarily the person dealing with drugs
If not that suffering person
Who messing with their things daily
Manages to have more than they dreamed of getting
In the tar is where it's done
It's championed, it's played smart
There are 2 types of loyalty
The loyalty from the deepest of the heart
As there are also those people who pretend to be loyal
And in reality
They are disloyal
(The best in the world Superiority)
Blessed be the father who takes care of me
Blessed be the rifle that protects me
Blessed be the bullets
That will keep me away from my enemies
May no blood be shed
Of my blood
When I least expect it
You came to the house
A little weird and I asked you
Friend, what's wrong with you
I feel strange
And pretend it doesn't hurt me
It sounds unbelievable to pretend
I feel like I'm leaving soon
Talk to my son
Tell him about the good and the bad
Not to trust the one next to him
Face the present, forget the past
Talk to my son
About disappointments, deceptions
Not to let anyone harm him
And tell him about the good and the bad
16 tickets and there were leftovers
10 from the turn
7 years have passed
And the memory shines
The week scheming
To introduce himself to his son
Which he didn't know
Or maybe she didn't say
Heart drumming
As well as in fear
A new child appears
But this one is older
2 boys 1 princess looking to reciprocate
Because inside his house there was no mother praying
But there was a father at the table
A promising father
With all dreams fulfilled
And the brother in his house
Was a spoiled child
And the street separated him
The missions pulled him
He loved being a pilot
But he also got off
He aimed and dead target
He never failed
Like the steps of the buddy
Who always won
Pay attention to the story and review
Destiny moves forward and doesn't delay
Luck no longer embraces
The memory overwhelms you
And death knocks on your door
In front of your house
She never fails, advances
And goes with confidence
Blood feeds a seed of vengeance
Promises
Of who will join
Of who will join
Or dress in death
Because
The seeing is coming soon
And a branch shows its strength
When the trunk falls (Ah ahh...)
Talk to my son
Tell him about the good and the bad
Not to trust the one next to him
Face the present, forget the past
Talk to my son
About disappointments, deceptions
Not to let anyone harm him
And tell him about the good and the bad
At night I will think of you
I will talk to the air
And so I will remember you
And with pain I will look
All the memories I will keep
I will swim with them
And I don't know if I will succeed
To arrive but I will try
When I least expect it
You came to the house
A little weird and I asked you
Friend, what's wrong with you
I feel strange
And pretend it doesn't hurt me
It sounds unbelievable to pretend
I feel like I'm leaving soon
Talk to my son
Tell him about the good and the bad
Not to trust the one next to him
Face the present, forget the past
Talk to my son
About disappointments, deceptions
Not to let anyone harm him
And tell him about the good and the bad
Rest in peace Lewys
Here on earth
It is said that we are in the last times
Perhaps you won't miss much brother
But it hurts
It hurts the hearts of the people who love you
It hurts
To know that maybe
Your book will have to be closed
They will have to cry for you
And maybe even forget you but
Who carries a brother in their heart understands
That only those who are not remembered are forgotten
There are people who swore to remember you for the rest of their lives
Who swore to carry on the continuity
Of that great friendship
To their deathbed
There are promises that go far beyond
The loyalty of a blood family
There are promises that go far beyond
What a pig can understand
Ladies and gentlemen
Mr. Gama La Sensa
Kendo Kaponi
Super Yei
Jone Quest
Heaven opens its doors
There we send another brother on his way
And up there Lewys
Make space
Because there are several of us going behind
Ah ahh...