Viviendo muerto (feat. Dj Spizike)

Mmm, mmm
And he says he's not bad and he's living dead
But inside he is terrible and he is living dead
Just one mortal step away is living dead
His soul cries out to him: Get out, he is living dead
Ohh, ohh-ohh
This is rap of the spirit, ahh-ahh
Whenever I want, living dead

Every holy day, hide your face
Even if they loved you, they won't speak clearly
I know they appear to have a clear life
Or else you'll just be left alone
Drugs and money, but you didn't fill anything
You laugh at the party, but you cry on your pillow
With a blank mind and a pink nose
And to avoid crying you laugh out loud, ah
A normal one of the pack
When there is no money it becomes the bait
A clear example, seeing my mother sacred
That she was caught up in work almost being a pensioner
Ah, what more could I want, my friend?
May it really be a good morning tomorrow (ah, ah)
And so, I pretend that nothing is happening and that everything is normal (ah, ah)

And I say I'm not bad and I say I'm not bad
And he is living dead
But inside he is terrible and he is living dead
Just one mortal step away, he is living dead
His soul cries out to him: Get out, he is living dead

The solidarity fund is being squandered by a corrupt person
Laughing in Acapulco and here the neighborhood is crying
Me with the look with which a hitman kills
They arrive and charge me the taxes at a bank
I'm smiling, but it's the opposite
Because business knows no heart
Love and money have no relationship
And if those who love fail, how difficult it is to forgive
You have to fall to know who they are
Those that you can count as friends
The world does not work as God would like
That's why Little Red Riding Hood became a big bad wolf
But, so nothing happens, ahh-ahh
So this is going downhill, ahh-ahh
Pretend that nothing is happening, ahh-ahh

And they say that one is wrong
And say that they are not bad
And say that they are not bad
And he is living dead
But inside he is terrible and he is living dead
Just one mortal step away, he is living dead
His soul cries out to him: Get out, he is living dead

Living dead
Philanthropy
Living dead
Or maybe it was? (Shh)
With the same as always
In the quarry and out
Living dead
Rap of the spirit
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