UNA BALA

This is Barna city
Two sides, the Gene or the Syndicate
Which one will you choose?

I no longer let myself be intimidated
I keep holding his gaze even though I know he looks at me like a criminal
It's worth nothing to me anymore, screw your politics
This is Barna city
Two sides, the Gene or the Syndicate
Which one will you choose? (Which one?), the killer or the victim?
I no longer let myself be intimidated, eh
Copies of copies copying the original, eh
Politish mafia, lacks self-criticism, eh
My lyrics make them shiver
They want to eliminate me, but they can't; 99, the original

I no longer believe in love, humans move by hatred
I would like to tell you who I am, because it's more than just a nickname
One, two, one, three, connected; we return to the same episode
In the sky I don't see God, but on earth I see demons
Valtònyc was right, it was proven and the world did nothing
The Pack raped her, it was proven and God did nothing
M. Rajoy stole, it was proven and the judge did nothing
And I wanting to change what? At this rate, I earn myself a bullet
It's not my fault, they think watching damn TV from their couch
Even if at night people don't fit sleeping in Las Caixas
Throw a social housing building because no one supports me
I carry a stone on my back but twenty more in my pocket
And we go streak after streak, sharing, here all hands get dirty
We learned to make money without being the ones who bow down
Don't act like a street guy if you have a roof and a bed
More street is my buddy the street sweeper working forty hours a week

Money comes and goes, boomerang
Runs fast like Aubameyang
With the adrenaline like Superman
I write when you leave
The blue or the red, you'll see
Pour into the glass, it goes up more
I prefer to let you go even though it will hurt
It will end up in flames like Notre Dame
I write a story like Forrest Gump
Slowly burning like Ferran
Blows that come for blows that go, go, go
I'm still standing for the next Round

I no longer let myself be intimidated
I keep holding his gaze even though I know he looks at me like a criminal
It's worth nothing to me anymore, screw your politics
This is Barna city
Two sides, the Gene or the Syndicate
Which one will you choose?, the killer or the victim?
I no longer let myself be intimidated, eh
Copies of copies copying the original, eh
Politish mafia, lacks self-criticism, eh
My lyrics make them shiver
They want to eliminate me, but they can't; 99, the original

(And I know it's sad, but) That's how things are, gentlemen
There's not enough bread for so many thieves, not enough cardboard for so many homeless
Where do big companies pay taxes? I ask you to question that
Let the debate be about what a self-employed person has to pay, it's unbelievable
And it's not to bring down your spirits, but I'm not fooled
I know there are places that are worse, but I'm from here and I'll talk to you about Spain
For every seven who watch, one works, out of every ten, two give up
And while those up there steal, those down here kill each other
Here everyone crosses without looking, here you run without walking
Shoot the bullet or dodge it; rise, show your skill
Here everyone crosses without looking, here you run without walking
Shoot the bullet, kaboom; rise (Rise)

I no longer let myself be intimidated
I keep holding his gaze even though I know he looks at me like a criminal
It's worth nothing to me anymore, screw your politics
This is Barna city
Two sides, the Gene or the Syndicate
Which one will you choose?, the killer or the victim?
I no longer let myself be intimidated, eh
Copies of copies copying the original, eh
Politish mafia, lacks self-criticism, eh
My lyrics make them shiver
They want to eliminate me, but they can't; 99, the original