Vida Loca (feat. Erick Cruz El Pack, David Blanco y Cefas)

Pure crazy life, bro'
You say life is better on the street
Sex, drugs, and damnation
That's what the devil told you

Pure crazy life, bro'
You say life is better on the street
Sex, drugs, and damnation
That's what the devil told you

Your mother cries and prays at night
You say: Nothing happens to me for living the gangster life
Listen, the time has come for you to repent
For you and all the crew who claim to carry a gun

Money and fame don't bring peace to your mom
Because you continue as an addict, harming yourself, buddy
Do you think that's happiness? You're wrong
There you only find hospital, jail, or buried

Don't think too much and look at your situation
Your family pleading, longing for a miracle (longing for a miracle)

Because God can change you and take you out of that thug life that's killing you
Don't ignore what you're told, Jesus Christ is calling you
Kid, stop stealing to get that junk
You won't calm your cravings until you know who died for you on that cross

Pure crazy life, smoking weed get it high
Your soul chained, living in a light
Party, female, drinking, cruise, I was wasting time
I'm the son of the grand priest, for you, Jesus Christ

I say it with all my heart for all the people
Jesus changed my life and today he wants to change yours, buddy
The life they offer you, brother, is just a lie
I didn't need to sell drugs to give my mom a house

The enemy has you trapped
You wander the streets, always looking scared
All hallucinated, running from the cops in panic
Drugged and poorly dressed, in bad shape

I keep going with all the crew
I don't smoke weed all over the city anymore
I don't wear fancy clothes or the creepy ones either
I don't want a mural with my name in graffiti

In the neighborhood, my friends died
For selling drugs and wanting to make money
Today I bring a message to save your soul
Because who knows if you'll wake up tomorrow

Pure crazy life, bro'
You say life is better on the street
Sex, drugs, and damnation
That's what the devil told you

Pure crazy life, bro'
You say life is better on the street
Sex, drugs, and damnation
That's what the devil told you

Pure crazy life, injecting coke into your veins
Skinny and emaciated for being hooked on crack
Dirty and poorly dressed, always smelling like pure weed
Your mother cries for you at home, but you don't notice

Brother, stop being hooked on crystal
I tell you before you end up in prison
Or see your mom in the hospital room
Wondering what she did wrong

God is calling you and has his arms open
What the devil tells you is not true
Even if you waste your life on this, Christ is an expert
In restoring everything and also resurrecting the dead

Leave the thug life, listen to why God is calling you
He heard your mother's prayer kneeling on that bed
You're still alive because someone prays at night
I just remind you, homie, that Jesus loves you

Okay, okay
They say it feels good and drives you crazy
But it's killing you slowly
I tell you as someone who was caught in the spotlight
Who had the devil on top and the brain full of crack

But I put all my trust in God
I had to stay alone, only then did I hear his voice
Now I walk with the boss (boss, boss, boss)
And I preach his word because I am his spokesperson

Don't expect one day your mother finds you lying, shot on the floor
Your wife leaves you for another, really dad for your child
Don't let the devil lie to you, trap you in the clutches of vice
Remember that Christ loves you, don't forget that sacrifice

I was a slave, brother, of the crazy life
I put on crack, pills, coke
But I met Jesus, now my life is different
I'm not standing on the corner anymore, now I'm standing on the rock