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Buay From The Neighborhood

El Roockie

Buay Del Barrio

¿Estás preso de nuevo verdad?
Crees que es un juego
Pero tu madre llora y sufre

Allá dentro sentado piensa como escapar
Porque en un juicio perdió su libertad
Está un mentado, un buay del barrio
Allá dentro sentado piensa como escapar
Porque en un juicio perdió su libertad
Esta mi hermano, hoy le canto

Dime brother, dime si crees que es justo
Hacer sufrir a la madre que te trajo a este mundo
Por un dinero prestado
Porque te lo cobra el gobierno cuando estás encerrado
Cuando tu madre te va a ti a visitar
El dolor en su alma trata de soportar ¿para qué?
Para que tú no la veas sufrir
Pero al llegar a su casa tú la tienes que oír
Como grita, y ella se tira al piso a desahogar el dolor
Y como llora, le pido a Cristo Jesús que le dé fuerza y valor
Fren

Ahora escucha el consejo que te quiero brindar
He venido creciendo en un barrio mortal
Como no trabajaba yo me puse a pensar
Que de todo lo ajeno me quería adueñar
Al pasar ese tiempo recibí una lección
Y una bala en mi cuerpo me cambio de opinión
Camino al hospital oí la voz especial
Hijo mío todo llega a quien sabe esperar
Si no hubiera seguido ese consejo de Dios
Hoy no estuviera cantando esta canción

Sentado allá dentro piensa como escapar
Porque en un juicio perdió su libertad
Está un mentado, un buay del barrio
Allá dentro sentado piensa como escapar
Porque en un juicio perdió su libertad
Esta mi hermano, hoy le canto

Un saludo a tito loco y a mi pana Yogui
A René el renegado y al colega Toki
A todos los que están presos y no puedo mencionar
Porque si no esta canción nunca se va a terminar
Allá dentro, no guarden puesto pa' mi
Porque esa es una de las cosas que no quiero vivir
Acá fuera he visto manés que templados se creen
Ohh God!
Allá se ve quien es quien

Sentado allá dentro piensa como escapar
Porque en un juicio perdió su libertad
Está un mentado, un buay del barrio
Allá dentro sentado piensa como escapar
Porque en un juicio perdió su libertad
Esta mi hermano, hoy le canto

Fuck you all

Buay From The Neighborhood

You're in jail again, right?
You think it's a game
But your mother cries and suffers

Sitting inside he thinks about how to escape
Because in a trial he lost his freedom
He is a mentioned, a guy from the neighborhood
Sitting inside he thinks about how to escape
Because in a trial he lost his freedom
This is my brother, today I sing to him

Tell me brother, tell me if you think it's fair
Make the mother who brought you into this world suffer
For borrowed money
Because the government charges you when you are locked up
When your mother comes to visit you
The pain in his soul he tries to endure for what?
So that you don't see her suffer
But when you get home you have to hear it
As she screams, she throws herself to the floor to vent the pain
And as she cries, I ask Christ Jesus to give her strength and courage
Fren

Now listen to the advice I want to give you
I've been growing up in a deadly neighborhood
Since I wasn't working, I started to think
That I wanted to take possession of everything that was foreign
As time went by I received a lesson
And a bullet in my body changed my mind
On the way to the hospital I heard the special voice
My son, everything comes to those who know how to wait
If I had not followed that advice from God
Today I wouldn't be singing this song

Sitting there inside he thinks how to escape
Because in a trial he lost his freedom
He is a mentioned, a guy from the neighborhood
Sitting inside he thinks about how to escape
Because in a trial he lost his freedom
This is my brother, today I sing to him

Greetings to Crazy Tito and my friend Yogi
To René the renegade and his colleague Toki
To all those who are in prison and I cannot mention
Because if not this song will never end
In there, don't keep a seat for me
Because that's one of the things I don't want to live through
Out here I've seen some people who think they're calm
Oh God!
There you can see who is who

Sitting there inside he thinks how to escape
Because in a trial he lost his freedom
He is a mentioned, a guy from the neighborhood
Sitting inside he thinks how to escape
Because in a trial he lost his freedom
This is my brother, today I sing to him

Fuck you all

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