Pedro Bala

I want weapons
Her dream is to be Pedro Bala's woman
His dream is to kill Pedro Bala
Among alleys and lanes, Pedro Bala

If prison is my destiny, what's left for me?
Life is paid with life, law of war
I am gunfire, end of the party
Among female legs, Pedro Bala

I wanted death
The danger in my area is to make a mistake
The desire in my area is a white pussy
The police here in the area, are poorly fucked

Peace here in the area is an ungrateful lady
The drug den is a life plan
Misery makes villains appear on the map
Give my toy to shed blood on the stairs

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

And I will be as cruel as the world out there
The captains of the sand take their jewels
Between death, misery, and swagger

I want weapons
Her dream is to be Pedro Bala's woman
His dream is to kill Pedro Bala
Among alleys and lanes, Pedro Bala

If prison is my destiny, what's left for me?
Life is paid with life, law of war
I am gunfire, end of the party
Among female legs, Pedro Bala

Drug

What is the gateway to drugs?
If the most sold drug is hatred
Consumed by those who sell crack

In misery, you understand hunger
In prison, you understand freedom
Who will know what's going on out there?
Here's the question, buy or sell?

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

My function is always to be the suspect
And I only enter if the weapon doesn't suffice
And I depend on hands to exist
My parents are the damn finger

I want weapons
Her dream is to be Pedro Bala's woman
His dream is to kill Pedro Bala
Among alleys and lanes, Pedro Bala

If prison is my destiny, what's left for me?
Life is paid with life, law of war
I am gunfire, end of the party
Among female legs, Pedro Bala