No Hay Derecho

There's no right for my father to work 14 hours
Every day and for his salary to always arrive late.
There's no right for Casillas to earn in 2 minutes
Stopping a ball what my father doesn't earn in his whole life.
For them to say there's no money to pay the workers,
But there is to sign the best players?
There's no money for the laborer, the carpenter, nor the painter,
But there is for TV contests in abundance.
There's no right for our salaries to be lowered,
For prices to rise, for everything to be charged
And for us to always pay for nothing.
The crisis is felt in your wallet,
But much more in your gaze.
It can't be that my family can't have a simple whim,
That we have to pay to end up in a niche.
There are fewer people who can keep going,
And more of us shouting in vain, even though no one wants to hear us.

There's no right
To continue with this inequality
There's no right
To fight reality with fear
There's no right
For not offering any opportunity
There's no right
For never telling the pure truth
There's no right
No right at all,
No one will listen to us,
For now, I continue and shout begging for mercy.

There's no right for my mother to always have to stay at home
Without going out, because of money, which only makes her suffer.
There's no right for the little they give us
To be used for paying bills; electricity, water, garbage, and gas.
To witness how my own brother
Can't gather money to cover his expenses.
For my niece to grow up in the midst of this crisis
And for me not to have enough to give her a single gift.
Enough already, right?
Stop playing with our poor illusions,
I just want to live and not just survive, to fly.
And I say poor illusions because
With this standard of living, you can't even dream.
There's no right for 50 Cent to have millions and millions
For just one song, right?
Tell me if I'm wrong, but I don't agree with these things,
And it's not for nothing, you know, but I'm also an MC.

There's no right
To continue with this inequality
There's no right
To fight reality with fear
There's no right
For not offering any opportunity
There's no right
For never telling the pure truth
There's no right
No right at all,
No one will listen to us,
For now, I continue and shout begging for mercy.

We ask for nothing more than what is rightfully ours,
We know the problem, they do too, but they hide it.
Listen to me once; I just want what's mine,
And if the government doesn't understand, it's because they don't feel the void.
We are honest, simple people, with a simple life,
And all we can do is wait for this to change.
I'll be faithful, and if we continue the same, if we don't see solutions,
It's because the one to blame for this was never in our shoes.