Buen Provecho

Since the truth is a lie of sadness
If you sigh knowing that the truth is already a lie
You who walk on the street
For a second, imagine how those who have no freedom are
It's the tree of life, the ears wither
The routine is not a lie and nothing more

I live in the city of deceit
Caracas is a scam and that has grown over the years
To the point of those who told me they were my brothers
Want to hook up with my woman as soon as I go to the bathroom

Damn hypocrisy
Damn the witches who tarnish it today
If this were the underworld, you know what would happen
But since I'm a rapper, I still smile at them
And yes, I also enjoy it in high spirits
But if you're dreaming about her, it's not easy to avoid the traps
They're guns, they're drugs, politicians, and crime
In different ways, if you slip up, they'll get you
Bro, this is the reality I live in
Where those who ate from your plate are capable of stabbing you
Where those who govern you forgot who put them there
Because demagogy is like a virus that infected them

But why not?
Here where the money is hot
The neighborhoods are hot and
The asses are hot
You don't need to be armed to be a criminal
Just need a title and a bit of brains
And that's in the best-case scenario
Because being illiterate, the cheater measures his steps
Without hurry, they cook you slowly in pieces
So you wake up from the dream with a single blow
There are many cases of people who are screwed
For picking up a wrapped child without knowing what they had
They wouldn't suspect the premeditation and treachery
Much less the mess they were getting into

Walk on the road
And don't get out of line
Because a bad word is enough to confuse
If it's a bad action, let me tell you
The sentence can be a bullet

You walk on the road
And don't get out of line
Because this world is upside down, you must know how to drive
Don't try to outsmart the one who can uncover you
Because you run no more than a bullet

Since the truth is a lie of sadness
If you sigh knowing that the truth is already a lie
You who walk on the street
For a second, imagine how those who have no freedom are
It's the tree of life, the ears wither
The routine is not a lie and nothing more

A liter of water is worth more than a liter of gasoline
It doesn't matter if you buy the title or study half of your life
Don't wait in an endless line for a document
Come down with 20 grand and we'll give it to you right now
I know where the cement, stones, and rebar are
Promise the rabbits a lot of money and bullets
Scratching cards everywhere, accumulating fines
To keep traveling non-stop, so smooth
Don't say that where you live things are really messed up
That you want to move because you've seen many utopias
That everything is ugly, that crime would always win
Because it's your fault and mine too

What? What?
There's no viable solution
Easy money is the only action if you screw up
If on top of that you're a despicable human being
You'll step on everyone until you're untouchable
And even at the top, you'll want to spit up
The sun is already golden, dazzling you, saliva dripping
Realize that no one is bulletproof or eternal, the charade is over
It doesn't work, wake up and react or you'll see the way out
In a box with sand on top
The routine is very serious, just around the corner
Are you going to sleep, where?
Families cross themselves as they're killed
No one knows what the night will bring
They can knock on your door and think it's a lie

The snakes are hot
The neighborhoods are hot and
The asses are hot
The population is hot
It doesn't sound indifferent because it doesn't affect your people
From night to morning, it can change suddenly