Lástima

I've always had a desire
To be able to spend money without worrying when I go out for a walk (hopefully)
But I have to adjust the fuckin' budget because my country is messed up, hey
Unhappiness in my life and tragedies since childhood is what I see, hey

If bad luck were a sport
Then I would already have the trophy, hey
Many times I think that with my talent out there
I would have an Alfa Romeo, hey

I don't give a fuck if I get shot
Because I don't even believe in death, hey
I'm so used to being bored
That I'm disgusted by people, hey

I feel that this world is very corrupted
By money and its desires (money and its desires), uh
Where I live going out is a nightmare
Because there could be a shootout (there could be a shootout)

Everything is upside down and I can't distinguish
Between justice and thuggery, uh
The kids who scrape math
And learn to count with hustling, hey
Who wants to go study
If you earn more with extortion and drug dealing?

What a pity it gives me
Our society seems like hell now (prrr)
The young ones want to shoot an AR-15
And not go to university (pla-pla-pla-pla)

I live with anxiety and I know the same happens
To everyone else (in the community)
Because you never know on which corner they'll kidnap you
Or want to shoot you

And I don't judge them
Because we're all hungry
And it's the sad reality, hey
What a pity it gives me, what a pity it gives me, ay-ay

Seeing how they dismember people like pigs
How they viciously chop every part of their bodies
Just because of unpaid debts, or drugs, or skirts
Or simply for talking about someone behind their back

I find it unnecessary what happens in the neighborhoods (yeah)
Things are no longer talked about, only hitmen are sent (pla-pla-pla-pla)
The dead body on the sidewalk and the officials will arrive
But maybe one of them is the perpetrator

This happens daily, people have already gotten used to it
Because the poor only count on God's protection
I'm a visionary, I get up and give my all
Every day valuing more what the Lord gave me

What I got, I protect it until I'm old (yeah)
It's my gift and my lyrics, my ghetto is the reflection
I'm a fighter that I see when I look in the mirror
Someone who could have been dead, but I know how to follow advice

And here I am, looking up with a positive mind
Even if life is not turning out as I thought
Even if sometimes I get depressed, I will always have a notebook
And a pen ready to release my rhymes

Hundreds of stages, hundreds of planes, thousands of blunts
Making love with ladies in different regions
Watching the sunsets, trying to find peace (yeah)
Seeking in the midst of chaos to have an opportunity (pla-pla-pla-pla)

What a pity it gives me
Our society seems like hell now (prrr)
The young ones want to shoot an AR-15
And not go to university (pla-pla-pla-pla)

I live with anxiety and I know the same happens
To everyone else (in the community)
Because you never know on which corner they'll kidnap you
Or want to shoot you

And I don't judge them
Because we're all hungry
And it's the sad reality, hey
What a pity it gives me, what a pity it gives me, ay-ay