Esta Es La Esquina

They put their finger on the trigger to pull the hammer and shoot 10 bullets in his face
That simple and easy, they killed the crook and didn't say goodbye to his mama
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they stab and kill
This is the corner where love is lacking
Sir, where even the mayor doesn't pass by

He's looking for his buddy because his girlfriend was bombarding her with flowers
And without hesitation, he pulled out his little gun, so whoever looked for it shouldn't cry
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they stab and kill
This is the corner where love is lacking
Sir, where even the mayor doesn't pass by

Maybe there's no attention in the homes
Maybe every father is a drunkard
Maybe that's why they go to the alley
Where the rain is bullets and comfort is a blunt

He's getting into trouble and since he's really pure in this case, he wasn't lucky
The mother cries in bitterness
Staining the trash that her son already put in death

This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they stab and kill
This is the corner where love is lacking
Sir, where even the mayor doesn't pass by

The young policeman remembers the days when they abused him in school
Now he's full of rage, he throws himself into the alley, knocking everyone's teeth out

This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they stab and kill
This is the corner where love is lacking
Sir, where even the mayor doesn't pass by

Maybe there's no attention in the homes
Maybe every father is a drunkard
Maybe that's why they go to the alley
Where the rain is bullets and comfort is a blunt

This is the jungle where they knock down whoever speaks
The sneakers that no longer fit them hang on the wires
If they don't shoot with disgust, they cut with a saber
Everyone sees him but fears the culprit
Where the government builds a little kiosk on every corner
So it's easy for them to buy their drink
Where they distribute rum at a very low price
So they can get drunk
And they put the little tricks

This is the corner where my buddies die
Choosing death over leaving danger
They grew up together and kill each other over women
If only they knew, boys, how much that hurts me
Where everyone has a family member addicted
Where there are brothers who fight preaching about Christ
This is the corner where many act smart
Full of children who have never seen their father

Maybe there's no attention in the homes
Maybe every father is a drunkard
Maybe that's why they go to the alley
Where the rain is bullets and comfort is a blunt