Del Barrio Para El Barrio (feat. El Límite y Karvoh)

The towers of the trades, the courtyards of the pens
My forehead pointing to the doorjamb, my school the one by The Seas
The SE-30 a cliff, bordering dark places
Inside work and sacrifice so the kids can eat
Evil deeds on the channel, remain for the annals
Of the temporal space and sexual secrets
Manuals from the slum hanging around the commercials
See you at Christmas, on the avenue of the bars

Where the simple, the plain, and the face-to-face are cool
Where the 13 strolls through more bars than stops
On the Way of the Bulls, I go, I lift my gaze
Here there are still kids playing what I used to play
This doesn't end, from the Top 100 to the corner store at 0.80
The hours pass quickly dodging the storm
At the Blanca Paloma, watching the Three Wise Men
Where the illusion reigns, love for the hood, brother

Praying for the people from the hood
The least we can do
Singing a damn Rosary
To the streets that saw us grow
Praying for the people from the hood
The least we can do
Singing a damn Rosary
To the streets that saw us grow

Where bad weeds grow, good ones grow too
Skipping school to play soccer
The parks full of children
With more problems than affection
The tall buildings, we all knew each other
The square that's older than me
What would the park be without the dad, neither
And the madhouse that made this place Pinoloco

(From the Carrefour to the madhouse
From the Telepizza to the Costco, crazy, a thousand demons
The red, the green of the Park of the Rats
In Plaza Ramón Rueda, there my soul grew
I don't like Holy Week
But I never miss a Friday of Sorrows

Praying for the people from the hood
The least we can do
Singing a damn Rosary
To the streets that saw us grow
Praying for the people from the hood
The least we can do
Singing a damn Rosary
To the streets that saw us grow