TELEDIARIO

Says, ah

The story of any kid from the neighborhood
Who left the block where he grew up
That's why I write this in another cold dressing room
Another song about what’s gone down

In the last five years that have been so colorful
The gray kid has made the most of it (yeah)
That's why where I live the vibe is high and they talk about the algorithm
Line 5, I catch the 35 and it’s the same old thing

Mamadou at the grocery store that used to be a bingo hall
My family lived in San Isidro for 50 years
Fruit stands and corner stores, that’s what I back
Overnight, it’s coders and Chinese folks

Today my grandma with an oxygen tank
Tells me that soon God will take her away
With the sadness that among them, her kids don’t talk
And when she dies, they’ll split the jewels and the apartment, so

I count the steps from downtown to the hood
Bad news in my news report (-report)
I count the steps from downtown to the hood
Bad news in my news report (-report)

I remember when I used to get high
I’d go to Proma’s place, ice and a tube glass
Looking at the cemetery, we’d make smoke rings
All dressed in black and serious faces, who cared about the future?

The law of who’s the coolest
Every story a tattoo on the body
From Aluche to Oporto, from the Hypermarket to downtown
I don’t hang out at the local spots anymore
Selling joints and playing PlayStation (Yeah)

We always hated the cops
But some became cops
What would you do if deep down you knew?
I should be working at a daycare, so

I count the steps from downtown to the hood
Bad news in my news report (-report)
I count the steps from downtown to the hood
Bad news in my news report (-report, yeah, ah)

Gray kid lives in Chamberí
With or without family, co—, with or without a girl
Kid from Madrid, with glasses and chubby
From Carabanchel like Manolito

Gray kid, prophet
There are dreams folded in his suitcase
He’s always been more into numbers than letters
That’s why today he has a business and not a library, ah

I count the steps from downtown to the hood
Bad news in my news report
I count the steps from downtown to the hood
I count the—, hood

I count the steps from downtown to the hood
Bad news in my news report
I count—I count the steps from downtown to the hood
I count the—, hood

I really liked it, Jorge
Wishing you lots of success, my son, and keep it up
So you can buy a little place where I can see you
And then to see a grandkid, because I won’t get to see that

Mwah, mwah, lots of kisses
I can’t wait to hug you, you little rascal
To see that big ass you’ve got, you bastard
A big kiss
Mwah, mwah, mwah