Ira Callejera

How does this street rage feel
Walking on the pavement
And surviving any way I can!

I've walked through alleys
Full of thieves
I've shown my skills
Got my pants on tight
I've seen bodies in decay
Being eaten by rats (ha ha)
I've seen suspicious investigations
But the government corruption sponsors them

My crew's rolling with metal
So step in to see if you make it out
Step in to see if you make it out
Eeee eeee eeeeee

Let’s see if you don’t end up in the submerged star
Or in some tall grass
And my neighborhood is dangerous
Like canals (canals)
And shining like a pearl
And shining like a pearl

I remember my childhood
When my mom would hold me
And in her arms
So loving
I’d fall asleep

I remember my childhood
When my mom would hold me
And in her arms
So loving
I’d fall asleep

It’s the path without torture
Part of the decorative cast
That sinks into the infinity of my criminal mind

Not much of a talker
But I show what I got
It’s part of my qualities
Even if many want to underestimate me

I’ll have to show them the difference (the difference)
Between an angel and a demon (demon)
And a hospital and a mental ward
Between being right and being wrong
Fugitive, looking for a ride but on a bike

Sounding off with lyrics and declaring war
The uniformed
My mom’s worried
Prays to God, heartbroken
With her soul shattered

So that nothing happens to her warrior
But fate already dictated
That for one, two would die
And that’s how they paid
And in a funeral home
His family cried for him

I remember my childhood
When my mom would hold me
And in her arms
So loving
I’d fall asleep

I remember my childhood
When my mom would hold me
And in her arms
So loving
I’d fall asleep

But tossing in my bed
Around four thirty-five in the morning
Turbulent thoughts come in
Through the subconscious of my window
Through my window

My life isn’t led by death
And between the two, they have a declared war
For the wages of sin
Is death for those who don’t know the state of hatred
And faith for the soon-to-be Mexican runs out

Projectiles that don’t stop
Through the center of their wings
Make the price high
Their life sanctioned

Dedicated to those who play because they provoke an enemy
Provoke an enemy
Provoke an enemy... Provoked

I’ll have to show them the difference
Between an angel and a demon
Between a hospital and a mental ward (a mental ward!)
Between being right and being wrong

I’ll have to show them the difference (I will show them!)
Between an angel and a demon
Between a hospital and a mental ward (a mental ward!)
Between being right and being wrong

Projectiles that don’t stop
Through the center of their wings
Make the price high
Their life sanctioned

Dedicated to those who play because they provoke an enemy
Provoke an enemy
Provoke an enemy... Provoked

I’ll have to show them the difference
Between an angel and a demon
Between a hospital and a mental ward (a mental ward!)
Between being right and being wrong

I’ll have to show them the difference (I will show them!)
Between an angel and a demon (the difference!)
Between a hospital and a mental ward (a mental ward!)
Between being right and being wrong