La Gente de Ahora
Me sobran los dedos de una mano
También me sobran motivos
Para contabilizar traiciones
De los que se dicen ser amigos
Cuando te volteas, la cosa empieza a cambiar
Solo a las espaldas es cuando saben hablar
La gente de ahora es pura envidia
Ya no saben de amistad
La gente de ahora es muy fijada
Nunca dan pisada si huarache
Si trabajas duro la jornada
Dicen que eres un tacuache
Si dejas el piojo y te empiezas alivianar
También hay enojo al mirarte superar
Ya se le subió aquel fulanito
Dicen sin disimular
Nunca se le da gusto a la raza
Y para criticar si son muy buenos
Cargan un desmadre por su casa
Y opinan en problemas ajenos
La mera verdad se vuelven puras tonterías
Más vale sólito que con esas compañías
Viven en un mundo de amargura
Ahora es pura hipocresía
Hay nomás la pura verdad viejon
Así es la gente de ahora
Y puro Enigma Norteño, hay otro!
Les gusta juzgar sin conocerte
Y a como te ven también te tratan
Vales lo que traigas en billetes
Y si no traes nada te descartan
La familia a veces resulta ser la peor
Te inventan mitotes y te cobran un favor
Nunca quedas bien si los ayudas
Siempre uno es el del error
Me sobran los dedos de una mano
También me sobran motivos
Para contabilizar traiciones
De los que se dicen ser amigos
Cuando te volteas, la cosa empieza a cambiar
Solo a las espaldas es cuando saben hablar
La gente de ahora es pura envidia
Ya no saben de amistad
The People Nowadays
I have more than enough fingers on one hand
I also have more than enough reasons
To count betrayals
From those who claim to be friends
When you turn around, things start to change
Only behind your back do they know how to talk
The people nowadays are pure envy
They no longer know about friendship
The people nowadays are very fixated
They never step on a crack
If you work hard all day
They say you're a rat
If you leave the lice and start to improve
There's also anger when they see you succeed
That guy thinks he's all that
They say without hiding it
They never please the crowd
And they're very good at criticizing
They have a mess in their own house
And give opinions on other people's problems
Honestly, it all turns into nonsense
It's better to be alone than with those companions
They live in a world of bitterness
Now it's pure hypocrisy
There's only the plain truth, old man
That's how people are nowadays
And pure Enigma Norteño, there's another one!
They like to judge you without knowing you
And they treat you based on appearances
You're worth what you have in bills
And if you have nothing, they discard you
Family sometimes turns out to be the worst
They make up stories about you and charge you a favor
You never come out looking good if you help them
You're always the one in the wrong
I have more than enough fingers on one hand
I also have more than enough reasons
To count betrayals
From those who claim to be friends
When you turn around, things start to change
Only behind your back do they know how to talk
The people nowadays are pure envy
They no longer know about friendship