El Narco
[Sonya y Parisell]
Ding, dong, ya viene el diablo
El niño teme, su padre esta llegando
Cin-co golpes lo remato
Sueña que corre pero no tiene zapatos
Ding, dong, ya ha zarpado el barco
Kilos de gramos estan cruzando el charco
Cin-co, el niño se ha hecho narco
Ahora es el diablo el que corre todo el rato
[Brock]
Existe una llama en el humano y es un dolor tan profundo
Que hasta incluso puede apagar el mar
Esa misma llama iba quemando dentro de el cada segundo
Pero nadie le podia salvar
Las cosas le cambiaron tanto que hasta el mismo espanto
No le quizo ver nunca mas
Asi el niño se hizo alto mientras fue provando la sustancia que tomo papá
Y empezo a caer, en las amenazas y en el juego
En el quiero mi dinero si no lo tengo te mato
Y fue, como una coraza por el miedo que siento desde pequeño
Y que llego a traumatizarlo, y se
Que el cariño pronto se empezo a morir
Ahora el niño sabe lo que es todo menos sonreir
Y su mirada se ha convertido en violencia
Solo sus recuerdos son prueba de su existencia
[Sonya y Parisell]
Din, don, ya viene el diablo
El niño teme, su padre esta llegando
Cin-co golpes lo remato
Sueña que corre pero no tiene zapatos
Din, don, ya ha zarpado el barco
Kilos de gramos estan cruzando el charco
Cin-co, el niño se ha hecho narco
Ahora es el diablo el que corre todo el rato
[Brock]
Mira al demonio, da golpes con el codo
El niño tenia insomnio pero se durmio en el lodo
Somos el resultado de los hechos del pasado
Y aveces tirar el dado puede cambiartelo todo
Cogio su silueta para interpretar el viento
Y volaron las cometas con sus metas de hace tiempo
Esconde el sufrimiento como droga en el registro
Nunca vio a Jesucristo pero si le puso apodo
Mirando de reojo busca luz en su ventana
Pero sus ojos al sol son vistos en porcelana
Ayer con sus amigos jugo a ser Tony Montana
Y cuando cayo el mañana continuo jugando solo
Probo la weed como la speed, y vende shit por esa street
Si no tiene jaco, vende talco, hardcore pero si
Su droga es el arbol, que hace el palco, para sarcos si
Conocio ser naco, como un Marco conocio a Dali
Aun tiene un angel sobre si pero le faltan alas
No puede escucharla alli, hacen mas ruido las balas
En las persianas de sus parpados graniza
Mientras que venda grifa no se esnifa en su tarifa plana
Pega a todas las mujeres, se siente mejor asi
Piensa : "Como puedo amarla si mamá no estuvo aquí"
Mira al espejo y busca un mundo que no sea gris
Ya ha visto el reflejo pero no las cosas que hay ahí
Vendio su alma de pirata, penso en el tesoro
Pero su tiempo era hojalata y solo compran oro
En la piscina de su llanto no se siente igual
Como serlo, si tu lloras sal y todos buscan cloro
En sus mejillas solo se distingue un rostro
De semillas de su padre que le hicieron ser un monstruo
Si el orden de los factores nunca alteran el producto
Dime por que paso el tiempo y el niño se volvio adulto
[Sonya y Parisell]
Ding, dong, ya viene el diablo
El niño teme, su padre esta llegando
Cin-co golpes lo remato
Sueña que corre pero no tiene zapatos
Ding, dong, ya ha zarpado el barco
Kilos de gramos estan cruzando el charco
Cin-co, el niño se ha hecho narco
Ahora es el diablo el que corre todo el rato
[Brock]
Ding, dong, llaman al sicario, la lluvia moja y esta cayendo un rayo
Brin-co y vamonos pitando, va cayendo sangre, un cuerpo esta tumbado
Din, don, a pasado algo, el niño a muerto, su padre esta llorando
Cin-co tiros lo mataron, ya no volvera jamás
The Drug Lord
[Sonya and Parisell]
Ding, dong, here comes the devil
The child is afraid, his father is arriving
Five hits finished him off
He dreams of running but he has no shoes
Ding, dong, the boat has already set sail
Kilos of grams are crossing the pond
Five, the child has become a drug lord
Now it's the devil who runs all the time
[Brock]
There is a flame in the human and it's such a deep pain
That it can even extinguish the sea
That same flame was burning inside him every second
But no one could save him
Things changed so much for him that even the same horror
Didn't want to see him anymore
So the child grew up while he was trying the substance his father took
And he started to fall, into threats and the game
Into 'I want my money, if I don't have it I'll kill you'
And it was like an armor because of the fear he felt since he was little
And that ended up traumatizing him, and I know
That the love soon began to die
Now the child knows everything except how to smile
And his gaze has turned into violence
Only his memories are proof of his existence
[Sonya and Parisell]
Ding, dong, here comes the devil
The child is afraid, his father is arriving
Five hits finished him off
He dreams of running but he has no shoes
Ding, dong, the boat has already set sail
Kilos of grams are crossing the pond
Five, the child has become a drug lord
Now it's the devil who runs all the time
[Brock]
Look at the demon, hitting with his elbow
The child had insomnia but fell asleep in the mud
We are the result of past events
And sometimes rolling the dice can change everything
He took his silhouette to interpret the wind
And kites flew with his goals from long ago
He hides the suffering like a drug in the record
He never saw Jesus Christ but he gave him a nickname
Looking sideways he seeks light in his window
But his eyes in the sun are seen in porcelain
Yesterday with his friends he played at being Tony Montana
And when tomorrow came he continued playing alone
He tried weed like speed, and sells shit on that street
If he doesn't have coke, he sells talc, hardcore but yes
His drug is the tree, which makes the stage, for sarcos yes
He knew how to be tacky, like a Marco he met Dali
He still has an angel above him but he lacks wings
He can't hear her there, the bullets make more noise
In the blinds of his eyelids it hails
While he sells weed, it's not snorted in his flat rate
He hits all the women, he feels better that way
He thinks: 'How can I love her if mom wasn't here'
He looks in the mirror and looks for a world that isn't gray
He has seen the reflection but not the things that are there
He sold his pirate soul, thought of the treasure
But his time was tin and they only buy gold
In the pool of his tears he doesn't feel the same
How could he, if you cry salt and everyone looks for chlorine
On his cheeks only a face is distinguished
Of seeds from his father that made him a monster
If the order of factors never alters the product
Tell me why time passed and the child became an adult
[Sonya and Parisell]
Ding, dong, here comes the devil
The child is afraid, his father is arriving
Five hits finished him off
He dreams of running but he has no shoes
Ding, dong, the boat has already set sail
Kilos of grams are crossing the pond
Five, the child has become a drug lord
Now it's the devil who runs all the time
[Brock]
Ding, dong, they call the hitman, the rain wets and a lightning is falling
Jump and let's get out of here, blood is falling, a body is lying down
Din, don, something happened, the child is dead, his father is crying
Five shots killed him, he will never return