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Facing Death

Gerardo Ortiz

Cara a La Muerte

Cara ala muerte
Cuando llegaron las balas
No era advertencia
Ni concidencia
Era la muerte en mi cara
Tiempo que es vida
Blanco ala mira
Asesinato me tenian rodeado
En mi mente, mi familia
En minutos repase mi vida
Puse fuerza, en mi cabeza
Subi tiro a mi 40ta
Les di pelea

Era esperado
Que me arrimaran un golpe
Cuando hay errores
Hay correcciones
Y le falle a los señores
Hice negocios
Con los contrarios
Fui un chapulin nunca eleva sus alas

Consecuencias, que atormentan
Hay errores que nunca se arreglan
Si la muerte, comprendiera
Y si el momento cambiara la escena
Que me coma la tierra

Con la fuerza paraba las balas
El impacto dio una alta descarga
No hubo tiempo de hacer el intento
Sin piedad perforaban mi cuerpo
Con mis manos tapaba mis sesos
Y la sangre corria entre mi cuerpo
Ya lo rojo en lo blanco vestía, era la
Despedida, no tenía salida

Todo era blanco
Agonizaba en mi llanto
Solo en minutos
Se aproximaba
Era el eterno descanso
Muerte en la escena
Luz de sirenas
Los agresores tomaron vereda
En segundos tocaban mi vida
Y el espacio quedo en mi familia
Solo balas y un hombre tirado
Y en su cara un lienzo empapado
Era el afectado

Pobre y sin llanto
Y cantidad de rosarios
Buenos amigos
Hijos queridos
Ya les falle en el camino
Cuerpo manchado
Entrajesado
Caja de plata y un hombre encamado
Quisiera escapar de mi cuerpo
Renacer, tener vida de nuevo
Con dolor no descansa mi alma
Solo queda perder la esperanza
Dentro de mi caja

Facing Death

Face to death
When the bullets came
It was not a warning
No coincidence
It was death in my face
Time is life
White wing sight
Murder had me surrounded
In my mind, my family
In minutes I reviewed my life
I put strength in my head
I uploaded a shot to my 40th
I gave them a fight

It was expected
That they gave me a blow
When there are mistakes
There are corrections
And I failed the gentlemen
I did business
With the opposites
I was a grasshopper that never raises its wings

Consequences, which torment
There are mistakes that are never fixed
If death understood
And if the moment changed the scene
Let the earth eat me

With force he stopped the bullets
The impact gave a high discharge
There was no time to make the attempt
They mercilessly pierced my body
With my hands I covered my brains
And the blood ran through my body
The red was already dressed in white, it was the
Goodbye, there was no way out

Everything was white
I was dying in my tears
Just in minutes
It was approaching
It was the eternal rest
Death at the scene
Siren light
The aggressors took the path
In seconds they touched my life
And the space remained in my family
Only bullets and a man lying down
And on his face a soaked canvas
He was the affected one

Poor and without tears
And lots of rosaries
Good friends
Beloved children
I already failed you along the way
Stained body
Suited up
Silver box and a bedridden man
I would like to escape from my body
To be reborn, to have life again
My soul does not rest in pain
All that remains is to lose hope
Inside my box

Escrita por: Geraldo Ortiz