CÁRCEL

You never knew how to love me
Or understand me at all
Don’t talk to me about that love
We’re in hell right now
Gentlemen
Believe me
We’re in hell right now
Gentlemen
Believe me
We can stay here

Four walls are my witness
That I’m here serving my time
I know I’ll never return to your side
You’re in the graveyard and I won’t get out of here
Four walls are my witness
That I’m here serving my time
I ask for forgiveness from those I let down
I know I’ll never get out of here

It’s been five years since anyone visited
Every day it gets harder, the problem’s getting worse
A date with death, hear the cries from the corner
His mother’s grave with no flowers or company

And he says he doesn’t regret it
For playing with death
Now they call him a criminal
What good was all that cash?

Crying, you can see him, suffering maybe
With hope for freedom once again
Whatever the judge says, I know I messed up
How I remember the afternoons back in Santa Fe

Four walls are my witness
That I’m here serving my time
I know I’ll never return to your side
You’re in the graveyard and I won’t get out of here
Four walls are my witness
That I’m here serving my time
I ask for forgiveness from those I let down
I know I’ll never get out of here

Knife in hand, mind gone crazy
When it’s your turn, it’s your turn
Not even his brother gets a pass for the fight
Smoke, ash, tequila, and rock

Sirens, patrols, and the mafia
Ambulances can’t do anything anymore
Here comes the coroner, death embraces me
The street is closed, people are scared

My homie's sister was your mother
I don’t know why you did it and got covered in blood
Is it the drugs’ fault or the streets’?
Rest in peace to your brother and also your father

Four walls are my witness
That I’m here serving my time
I know I’ll never return to your side
You’re in the graveyard and I won’t get out of here
Four walls are my witness
That I’m here serving my time
I ask for forgiveness from those I let down
I know I’ll never get out of here

Hey-yo
For my Santa, bro
And for all the homies locked up
This is the hood
Four Seven Three, the damn Moler on the controls
Music for the damn crazy crew