La Recta Final

I open my eyes, I get up, I read the Vocero
And the percentage of peace is zero
Crimes, violations, a lot of malice
And I don't hear about the good news
The blame is on us, the underworld
The paradise, the wandering lord
Who dreams without working with great ambition
But lacks a lot of protection
The upper class also has guilt for their actions, why?
Because of corruption, exactly
They kill people without remorse, that's their mission
That's how they live, making money in abundance
Don't interrogate the prosecutor, don't look for clues
Start thinking, you have to be realistic
The rich invest money immediately
Then the poor gets angry
It's always the same, it's like a drama
It's like a famous movie
Always the same and in quotes
It's like a plant but without seeds
Money can control even the court
Both in the south and up north
They believe luxury is salvation
And that's where the corrupt come into action
Crushing, abusing, murdering
With money taking control
The poor always feels like waiting
For justice to be done here in the final stretch

I don't plant a flag because I'm not Christopher Columbus
I'm from Las Acasias, one hundred percent from the heart
I don't want to own any hamlet
I'm not a foreigner, I'm Puerto Rican
The tough guys think they're conquerors
And want to take over all sectors
That's when they start regulating the matter by trying
To make them disappear from the point
Then come the shots and stabbings
The life of the tough guy is shattered
People saw it, the police arrived
The murderer is tough so no one spoke
That's the law of murder here in Borinquen
They let the criminals settle
If this continues, listen well my brother
Children will grow up with a gun in hand
Our futures will be erased
Shootings will continue
The innocent will complain
Because they're not to blame for how they are
Locking their houses with a thousand locks
So their lives will be safer
But to have a purer life
Believing in Christ is the best cure
I feel the bullets passing by my face
That's not something strange to me
The world is like that and we have to accept
That where we're living is in the final stretch

Where we're living is in the final stretch

Envy
Another object that kills
If you let yourself be carried away, it exterminates you, it haunts you, it agitates you
It makes you feel really bad
That's when the envious start to kill
And try to find a way to win
Money and fame can't be had
The envious watch every step you take
You move forward and they push you back
Envy is seen in plastic people
Who look fantastic on the surface
But one day you turn your back on them
They aim at you and *POW* you're no longer alive
Sex, when done by abuse
The intruder must feel really bad
Violating a girl without any mercy
Violating children taken from the cradle
The man who knows behaves differently
Uses sweet talk immediately
And when they're about to lick their fingers
Convinces the lady even with fear
He mounts her, takes her, kisses her, touches her
Makes promises, makes her look foolish
And suddenly leaves her behind
Seeing that he took her virginity
The ladies have boyfriends and in order to keep them
Tend to undress and love them
Their parents suffer and will have to fight
Against sexual abuse here in the final stretch

Against sexual abuse here in the final stretch

Diseases
Both AIDS and cancer
Around the world they take stock
Of life and death, peace and suffering
And hearts that die very slowly
The fault lies with the ignorant who hasn't realized
That prostitution leaves them damaged
Also the needle that has been used
Leaves your body and veins damaged
Syphilis, Muscular Dystrophy, and herpes
Are members of the death group
I say it clearly because that's how it is
If you don't take care, the next one could be you
Drugs
Extra-dangerous chemicals
Causing the loss of beautiful lives
It's a global plague, not just anything
A blood disease and the devil enjoys it
The S-I-N-S-E, did you try it? Yeah, tell me how it went?
You fell to the ground like a bum from the alley
Your friends had a blast with you
You owed a candle to every saint's face
Marijuana left you with nothing
And one night I was a witness
They shouted 'Water!' and they got you
In prison, the boss gave you a couple of details
Had a letter received from the street
Saying you didn't like to pay
So you were a victim of the final stretch

The world keeps turning
And humans crawl with it
But there's a way out for everything
And in the final stretch there's a way out
It's a door where few will enter and many will stay
This hasn't been just an opinion
But what I feel and live around the truth of life
And for all of you
Until forever

Hey! Have confidence, don't be pessimistic
From the heart, you have to be optimistic
I know my theme has penetrated you
D.J. Negro tells you, Playero also Vico-C
Diseases, drug addiction, murders also corruption
Are things you have to avoid
So keep your eyes open
Here in the final stretch