Una Flor En El Concreto
Lady, La Vendedora de Rosas
A Flower In The Concrete
A flower
That is born in the concrete
In the face of adversity and disrespect
It grows, seeking a truth
Learning from the street
Honor and loyalty
Pity doesn't show up around here
Humanity is consumed in vanity
Counting the hours between the corridors
The captive soul loses its shine
So much pain
So much injustice
Honor has a word
I am the one they speak ill of
They are no longer roses, just thorns
This life demands a high price
Four walls my distress
Controlling the anxiety
Longing for freedom
Controlling the anxiety
Destiny played wrong
So much pain
So much injustice
Honor has a word
I am the one they speak ill of
They are no longer roses, just thorns
This life demands a high price
Four walls my distress
