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He wakes up early thinking about his job
He doesn't even shave, puts on the same clothes hanging on the pole
He's demanding with all his clients and gets sick
If he sees the money not flowing smoothly
He's his own boss and invests what he earns
Tries to recover it the next day by working day
Seems attached, doesn't bother him, been working for four years

Working overtime, his joy is in the past
He doesn't believe in the future, every door he opens he hits
A wall, his dreams of being the man he once dreamed of
Are fading with each sunrise
Lost his friends for getting involved
And half of his family already gave up on him
His life is a business and he's always frustrated
And it shows on top that he's broke
He belongs to the group of independent bosses
With a membership that has killed many people

The one that leads him to inject drugs
The one that leads him to the street to beg
The one that has him unshaven, the one that has him living in the same clothes
Many look down on the human being
And turn their backs on the junkie
Listen, but the bad always bounces back and maybe
The glass you refuse one day is in your hands

Help for the abandoned, for the addicts living on the streets
Help, I need help for the abandoned, for the addicts living on the streets

Oh no, no, aha 911, Morale speaking, what's your emergency?
It could be that yes, yes, yes, I feel a weak pulse, pale and
Breathing deeply, realizing that if the girl finds out
You know how she cries and despairs
Apparently he got dizzy and fell down the stairs
Not even ten minutes have passed since I brought her from outside
My God, why me? Why are you going to take her life?
Let it be me who has to die
If she's an angel who has given me everything, family, love, and a reason to exist
I remember the first kiss we shared in school, you swore to me that
Our love would be eternal, please, please don't do this to me
If you're not with me, I'd rather be dead, send an ambulance
Stop asking me for my name here
In San Tulse de Eduardo Condel, mommy, forgive me if
I made you suffer, forgive me for the times we fought and for the blows
I gave you, you defended me saying I was innocent and
Swore to your mother that I was a decent man

(daughter) Daddy, daddy, what did you do to mommy?

No, don't cry, don't cry, your mom is fine
Close the door, be quiet, and go to sleep
Okay, I confess we were arguing
But it wasn't my intention for it to end like this
Please do something, she's still breathing
And I swear it was the devil who forced me to harm her
Wake up, the police are coming and I swear I won't
Put a finger on you again

Help 911, Morale speaking, what's your emergency? We're here to help
Help 911, Morale speaking, what's your emergency? We're here to help
Help 911, Morale speaking, what's your emergency? We're here to help
Help 911

The number of domestic violence and drug addicts
In Puerto Rico continues to rise
How many people have to die
For people to open their eyes and see the problem
In our society

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