Pedro Bala

I want weapons
Her dream is to be Pedro Bala's wife
His dream is to kill Pedro Bala
Between alleys and alleys, Pedro walks

If jail is my destiny, what is left for me?
Life is paid with life, law of war
I'm a shootout, party's over
Between female legs, Pedro bala

I wanted death
The danger in my area is falling into the trap
My area's desire is a white pussy
The police here in the area are really poorly fed

Peace here in the area is an ungrateful lady
The drug den is a life plan
Poverty makes villain appear on the map
Give me my blood dripping toy on the stairs

Bullet bullet
As long as life happens, drugs will exist
Who will die to give birth to the new leader?

And I'll be as cruel as the world outside
The sand captains take their jewels
Between death, misery and courage

I want weapons
Her dream is to be Pedro Bala's wife
His dream is to kill Pedro Bala
Between alleys and alleys, Pedro walks

If jail is my destiny, what's left for me?
Life is paid with life, law of war
I'm a shootout, party's over
Between female legs, Pedro bala

Drug

What is the gateway to drugs?
If the best-selling drug is hate
Consumed by those who sell crack

In misery you understand hunger
In jail, you understand freedom
Who will know what is going on out there?
That is the question, buy or sell?

I am the grenade pin
It's my fault if it explodes
As if I chose to destroy
Have you forgotten who I was made for?

My job is always to be the suspect
And I only enter if the weapon is not available
And I depend on hands to exist
My country is a fucking finger

I want weapons
Her dream is to be Pedro Bala's wife
His dream is to kill Pedro Bala
Between alleys and alleys, Pedro walks

If jail is my destiny, what's left for me?
Life is paid with life, law of war
I'm a shootout, party's over
Between female legs, Pedro bala