Calles

It's my case, the story of triumph and failure,
Streets where love becomes a rare commodity,
Nobody says anything, nobody utters a word,
In the middle of August and I feel so cold,
Empty, man, why do people distrust?,
Why do they kick you every day if you're legal?,
Why do those who deserve less always have more?,
Why do the bastards laugh and the honest suffer?,
Why can't I be free if I harm no one?,
Why do those who do harm still walk the streets?,
And that's where I am, protected by mine,
Peace to my buddy Fran who got me out of trouble,
And now I smile when I rummage through my memory,
Memories of misery, memories of victory,
Memories of those people who didn't give me a dime,
I always stood up to those who wanted to kick my ass,
Listen to this story, it's the story of my woes,
It's my story, based on real events

Chorus

These are the things that happen on my skin,
Days are short, I know, life consumes unwillingly,
And this is the life I got to know,
Nights are sad, you see,
Reality overwhelms me and I don't know what to do

It's always the same, the same street,
The same bar in the distance,
I look at myself in a mirror and feel like I'm getting old,
And the reflection of the sun in my eyes hurts,
That's why I protect myself, I don't let them fool me,
Give me some of your time, I'll give you some of mine,
With my tool, the mic, I tell stories of things I saw,
Ghosts from the past breathe down your neck,
And the most rotten things ever,
Envious people pretending to be friends set traps,
Obstacles, empty pockets, and they hurt when you walk,
Alone against the world and with nothing to lose,
With a vagabond soul and a lot of rap to do,
To not go crazy, to be able to grow,
To vent in your ears is my greatest pleasure,
One day I know I must disappear, and I know it's true,
That no one will talk about me when I'm dead,
But I have my story, there are many like it,
Based on real events:

Chorus

It's been 23 years, fighting against everything,
It's been 23 years dragging myself in the mud,
Trying to get out of this brutal reality,
In this damn life you strive to fight it and it doesn't flinch,
And nothing ever changes, days are copies of each other,
The same streets, the same faces,
Always having little but giving a lot,
Considered a madman but never listened to,
Remembering people, situations, and places,
Reviewing my life, based on real events,

Chorus

It's always the same, the same street,
The same bar in the distance,
I look at myself in a mirror and feel like I'm getting old,
Remembering people, situations, and places,
Reviewing my life, based on real events (repeat)