Intro (Esto Es PR)

This is PR
A small tropical island in the middle of everything
And even though we look on the map as a single point
It's here where the most bad and wonderful things happen

In my neighborhood on the right side of the court
The sun rises at 5:57 in the morning
The anti-gun and drug operations
Move like cowboys with a lasso
The police know that at that time
They will only find a security guard with a scanner
And by chance a shooter
Who they will only handcuff
To offer time as if they were judges
To hopefully see their hands trembling
And find out where things are
The mechanism to later use it as evidence against themselves
In the neighborhood, a friend is called brother
They call each other partners
And they form groups with names like the hundred
And when the police with gangster self-esteem
If it's money, they never find anything
And if it's an artist, they call the press to be the first to show their face
And for their families at home to see that they also have fame

At 7AM the neighborhood's cafes and bakeries are full
Of that flavor you crave when you wake up
At noon the old folks playing dominoes in the square talk
About old salsa, retirement checks, unemployment, old cars
About a time that doesn't come back
They talk about theft and law 54
And the news report from last night
A certain Ana Cacho killed her daughter
Leaving no evidence to incriminate her
They talk about Rolandito and his supposed pedal-less search
And between topics, if you don't have a beer
You have a low-sweetness coffee without milk that burns
They laugh while coughing
Saying that the government is a boat that doesn't row
And that everyone knows
That the government is rotten and the system no longer works
They talk about the youth, who before touching the water already want to swim
They talk about politics and use old sayings from their time
Like: An eye for an eye, a barking dog
And that the big shots from their time are not like the ones now
Because the ones before, the ones before had word

At 6:45PM the sun hides behind the state barracks
Many come from work while others have just woken up
Then night falls and the boys on the corner
Talk about the unmarked dead, fast guns
About those who fell and thought life was tough
And about Amber Rose's fans
Women who think they'll be famous and rich being escorts
They talk about the new Mercedes and tinting the G5
They talk shit with balls about what they would do
To see their enemies jump
The boys talk about having, about clothes
And connecting the music from their phones to the car via Bluetooth
They talk about the kid who made it from the neighborhood
Posting music on YouTube
They talk about social networks, online posts
About gangster rhythms, diss tracks
About whether Kendo is better than Coscu on the street or in the punchlines
The boys talk about Christmas, tradition, time, and prison
And that in 2020 they are clear that success is a decision

This is PR
And we have nothing to offer tourists
But we have everything to control music, sports
And the front pages of the most prestigious magazines
This is PR, love and fire second by second
And from here only phenomena come out around the world
And how do we do it?
We don't like visitors, we only understand each other