Ni En La Tierra Ni En El Cielo

When I was little everyone told me
To pray to a god up there
That it was the voice of the weak and oppressed
And that by his side I would be protected
As the years went by, I lost faith
At the same time I began to understand
That when you don't even have enough to eat
There's no god for the marginalized!

I was never accepted in the house of the lord
Neither on earth, nor in heaven...

Stumbling and swallowing shit
I managed to escape from misery
Prayers and supplications didn't help me
So I won't thank anyone
I'm not trying to convince anyone with this
I'm just saying that things didn't go well for me
Everyone is free to believe what they want
But don't try to fool me

I don't believe in a religion that offers me forgiveness
In exchange for my money
I don't want your blessing, you're not my shepherd
And I'm not your sheep...

How many people wait for salvation or a miracle
But if you're poor, you're a sinner, condemned, and forgotten