Patio de La Cárcel - Tangos (part. Farruko)

Goodbye my mother
Give me your blessing
Forgive me for this agony
That I caused to your heart

Kneel for me
Pray to God for me
That he may have mercy
For the life I chose

In the neighborhood where I live
They came to get me
Mom, talk to the judge
To grant me freedom

In the prison yard
There's a puddle and it hasn't rained
They are the tears of a prisoner
Who has entered and not left

At four in the morning they enter, break down the door
To the old lady with an arrest warrant
Masked agents with their vests on
Lady, hand over your son, or would you prefer to see him dead?

My confused mother bursts into tears
Asking for mercy in the midst of distress
I had never seen mom cry
But still, she didn't stop praying

Seeing her like that, I raised my hands
I didn't think twice and surrendered immediately
I shouted, 'Mother, forgive me
You don't deserve this!'

In the neighborhood where I live
They came to get me
Mom, talk to the judge
To grant me freedom

In the prison yard
There's a puddle and it hasn't rained
They are the tears of a prisoner
Who has entered and not left

I had a bad feeling
That something bad was going to happen
And before leaving home
I asked my dear mother
Kneel for me
Pray to God for me
That he may have mercy
For the life I chose

I go out ready for the round
If we hit this job, I get 50
Face covered, I grabbed the 40
In case something goes wrong, I empty the 30

I'm seeing dimareo, a strange move
I already killed the contact because he doesn't show up
Behind comes a patrol and if they come and stop us
My freedom is priceless, shoot

The flutes sound
The blues arrive
So much blood on the floor I had never seen
If we get out of here alive, it's thanks to Christ

Finally we made it through beating
Where we come from, nobody gave us a hand
Face covered, we hooded ourselves
I trust the one above who has never betrayed me

In my crew there are no snitches
We didn't make a deal with the Feds
On the street, I have a contract
Always real and never a snitch, never a snitch

In the crew, there is a snitch
Who made a deal with the Feds
There's a contract on my head
These are not real, these are snitches, these are snitches

In the neighborhood where I live
They came to get me
Mom, talk to the judge
To grant me freedom

In the prison yard
There's a puddle and it hasn't rained
They are the tears of a prisoner
Who has entered and not left