To Los Dias (feat. Borrero)

Because in Bayamon, man
It rains every day

Be careful where you go
Praying on every corner
Because in Bayamón
Here it rains every day
In the hospital with hands up
With two Hail Marys waiting for the Messiah
And they won't survive walking without guidance
Wipe that snot or they'll knock down the boat
Fours in the van wearing masks
Because in Bayamón
Here it rains every day

Haters come and go
But I never stay down
Talking spiritual
How many months I spent in the hospital
Over the fire I got used to walking
It's hot but it rains spiritual
It means I'll never burn
I was born here and here I'll always last
They say hidden because the Porsche is black
But the lump with the Bible says sweet
And the cults here last all night
I dress like this because the Brooches are gold

And this thirst that came over me
And I only long to be satisfied by you
In your presence I want to sink
I ask for rain, rain on me

Be careful where you go
Praying on every corner
Because in Bayamón
Here it rains every day
In the hospital with hands up
With two Hail Marys waiting for the Messiah
And they won't survive walking without guidance
Wipe that snot or they'll knock down the boat
Fours in the van wearing masks
Because in Bayamón
Here it rains every day

Churches on every corner in the midst of so much noise
I'm not leaving the heat
Man, this is my nest
From the cult comes out crying
Even the one who enters with a smirk
I keep preaching the version
In rap by Yiye Avila
Where they left the gospel that gives life
Acts of charity only at Christmas
If that's why on this side it's snowing every day
But already, already, already
Mera Tommy Sigo
Following his plans as it should be, man
Spiritually every day I'm in a ring
But I never fear if I have the backing of the king
Here in Bayamón it rains every day

But this thirst that came over me
I only long to be satisfied by you
In your presence I want to sink
I ask for rain, rain on me

Be careful where you go
Praying on every corner
Because in Bayamón
Here it rains every day
In the hospital with hands up
With two Hail Marys waiting for the Messiah
And they won't survive walking without guidance
Wipe that snot or they'll knock down the boat
Fours in the van wearing masks
Because in Bayamón
Here it rains every day

Tommy
Tommy
Tommy
Borrero, eh hey
Tommy Royale-la-la-la
Tell me Cardec
Tell me Tommy
It's no apologies, man
Cardec
They did it well there
You already know who what it is, man