Real

Clear reality, dark reality
I, I the real is drawn some chusa like a needle
When it pushes the oppressive theme that squeezes
The ethnicity what's up imitates, when nobody ever imitates
Alarm sounds and thunders, strong alert and shouts
And disrupts when it's about the street
Analyze and reason, standing in a zone

The street and its crown do not forgive the weak
In a small world wandering bewildered
Passing sadly through the street the vagabond
You carry the failure they have thrown you a lasso step by step
I'm narrating so they understand this case of sadness

Agony street and despair
But he is not the first trapped in this ghetto
Ban ban fire are the eyes of the concrete
And it's not a secret since look at that subject
Since look at that subject

Real walking through the night in the city
Real patched in marginality
Real on the corner spotting the truth
It's real, real

Insensitive to the case is the own case
Standing on a corner with her cocaine pass
In the turn adrenaline and the approaching police
Sirens sound get on then baby

You have a sorrow another sorrow to fulfill
Apart from his infamous way of living
The case unfolds in reality another step
Attempted suicide encouraged by failure

Stepping on the water the pawn and his misfortune
At the traffic light he works and the glass no one lowers
It's a circle of three six cer
For him nobody bets much less who waits for him

Insensitive concrete and it's not a secret
The kaiser of the ethnicity, my partners in the ghetto

It's real, it's real...
Real walking through the night in the city real
Patched in marginality real on the corner
Spotting the truth it's real, it's real...
Real patched in marginality real on the corner
Spotting the truth it's real, it's real...
There was a rap here, there was a rap there chic, chic puya
(Ban) And for the beyond grams of gold he took
And squeezing them he died the drunkard sings
And he was a good boy he's no good outside the pea
The dirty lieutenant spoke motherfucking police...

That's frequent a bonfire on the bridge it is said
That there is a patch called delinquents taking
The cupre of cannabis with rancor to change reality
And immerse themselves in their pain insensitive reality
In the bloody city insensitive reality
In marginality they are sheltered walls
Of silence under the cold mess after mess but
Nothing has happened everything is normal nothing has happened
If you have problems call the lawyer briefly

Real walking through the night in the city real
Patched in marginality real on the corner
Spotting the truth it's real, it's real
Real walking through the night in the city
Real patched in marginality real on the corner
Spotting the truth it's real, it's real
Real walking in the darkness real walking
Through the clarity real in search of what is the truth
Real finds the good, real finds the bad clear reality,
Dark reality clear reality,
Dark reality clear reality, dark reality