Mama No Llores

Elevation

Please mom don't cry for me
If one day you see me very bad
It was all those bastards
Pick me up at the hospital

Please mom don't cry for me
If one day you see me very bad
It was all those bastards
Pick me up at the hospital

And if I end up stabbed
Let it be for my freedom
And if I end up in that cell
Shh, it's been for enjoying

This fucking shitty life
And it doesn't have to teach me anymore
If this were like school
I would've graduated already

Don't come to me with your lies
Because no one will believe them
I shit on all the cops
On the civil and national

For wearing helmet and shield
And a badge they think they're above
We'll see each other at the protest
And you won't have a way to escape

I walk as if nothing
Damn cop, I laugh in your face
Treading on my heels
For having hit a fascist

I dodged a stab
I thought it was killing me
That's why damn rats
I thought it was over there

At 12 with cigarettes
But unable to buy
At 13 getting joints
To see how they taste

At 14 I had nothing
And that's why I started dealing
And now that I'm 17
I can't even count the money

I hang out with Dominicans
Spaniards, Moroccans, Gypsies
Some live on the street
And others end up locked up

The blues look at my hand
Knuckles all busted
Hortaleza, that's my hood
(That's my hood)

At 200 on the highway
I like speed
I'm sweating adrenaline
And my buddy without braking

Dodging all the cars
Without lights and it's night
If I catch you and make you spin
You'll go home crying

I swear on all my brothers
That many bundles will rain on me
In the bad times and the worst
Cousin, you know we kill each other

To the shh, pigs
And to the bad cops
They wanted to catch us, now tell me dogs shh
We count money

Now tell me what you see
Lots of money to spend
In bed, bundles of 100
And my buddy making more

Please mom don't cry for me
If one day you see me very bad
It was all those bastards
Pick me up at the hospital

Machete
Here in the bad times they hit you with a machete
I have buddies moving a lot of snow
In the act, to the sack and if not, for the snow

You light that blunt
Lying down again on the same couch
Making calls always with the phone
He wanted to kill me but he died
He wanted to kill me but he died
(He wanted to kill me but he died)
(He wanted to kill me but he died)