Testimonio De La Calle
Yo camino por el fuego y nunca me quemo,
Soy yo veneno, mi estilo y mi interpre lo entreno a lo callejero
Me encanta el dinero y el tuyo si flaquea me lo llevo,
si no eres vaquero quedate callao'
Soy fanatico del mas alto y bajo calibre 22-4-4, escopetas, metras y rifles (what!)
De niño fui problematico, mas que la basico
En segundo grado me decian el chico lunatico
Yo lloraba al no entender lo que me sucedia, por que pensaba tanto,
y en el salon siempre dormia
La maestra me tranquilizaba cuando estaba ancioso
Y me explicaba que estaba en un circulo vicioso(what!)
Y que carajo yo entendia si apenas 7 años yo tenia y mi papa nunca veia,
Mi padre se marcho con una vieja amiga y
Maldigo la razon que rompio el nucleo de mi familia(what!)
Mi madre se emborrachaba y se lamentaba,
Y con qualquier hombre que conocia se marchaba
Despues decia que todo era culpa mia, de un niño que se amanecia solo y sin comida
A los 9 años los golpes ya no sentia y robaba, fumaba y a la escuela no asistia (aaa!)
Le doy gracias a Dios que fui preso a la juvenil,
Ubiese visto a mi madre por mis propias manos morir (ey yo!)
Sali de preso hecho todo un oso,
El tiempo en la carcel me hizo sumamente peligroso,
Sali'on portadas, se rumoraba en el barrio, en la esquina, en la cancha
en la calle (aaa!)
El miedo de los demas me alimentaba el ego
Y con tan solo mirarlos sacaba el guapo del pendejo,
Como es convicto
Asaltar fue mi primer empleo,
Ya que tu sabes que la sociedad le da la espalda al reo
Mi plan, recaudar lo suficiente pa' comprar un kilo de heroina
explotarlo y sacarle las ganancias,
Pero una noche fue la peor de todas mientras asaltaba un don apunta de pistola
(No te muevas puñeta que esto es un asalto,
Maldito viejo borracho no me mires o te mato!)
Le di un golpe de rutina, le temblaron las rodillas
El chambon y el cañon se lo puse cerca de las costillas
(No me prenda cartero!)
Me dio el dinero en efectivo, me forcegio y (ta!) se me safo un tiro
Recogi to' lo que pude con una mano
Y antes de irme (ta! ta!) tuve que rematarlo
Esa misma noche contando el dinero de ese mismo atraco
Busque en su cartera, su licencia pa' ver su retrato
Su nombre fue ironico Jose Cortez Morales,
Fue cuando entendi que'l hombre que mate era mi padre,
Guardaba una foto mia junto con mi madre,
Han pasado años y el momento ha sido inolvidable,
Y ahora yo soy el testimonio de la calle,
Naci para hacer, votar al miserable
(aja!)
Buscame o criticame per llora tus hijos
Sabra Dios si yo sigo por mi mismo camino
Y a lo mejor te toca tu peor destino!
Street Testimony
I walk through fire and never get burned,
I am poison, I train my style and my interpreter streetwise
I love money and if yours falters, I take it,
if you're not a cowboy, stay quiet
I'm a fan of the highest and lowest caliber 22-4-4, shotguns, slugs, and rifles (what!)
As a child, I was more problematic than basic
In second grade, they called me the lunatic kid
I cried not understanding what was happening to me, why I thought so much,
and always slept in class
The teacher calmed me down when I was anxious
And explained to me that I was in a vicious circle (what!)
And what the hell did I understand if I was barely 7 years old and my dad never saw me,
My father left with an old friend and
I curse the reason that broke the core of my family (what!)
My mother would get drunk and lament,
And with any man she met, she would leave
Then she would say it was all my fault, of a child who stayed up all night alone and without food
At 9 years old, I no longer felt the blows and I stole, smoked, and didn't go to school (aaa!)
I thank God that I was imprisoned as a juvenile,
I would have seen my mother die by my own hands (hey yo!)
I came out of prison as a bear,
Time in jail made me extremely dangerous,
I was on the covers, rumored in the neighborhood, on the corner, on the court,
in the street (aaa!)
Others' fear fed my ego
And just by looking at them, I made the brave one back off,
As a convict
Robbery was my first job,
Since you know society turns its back on the prisoner
My plan, to raise enough to buy a kilo of heroin
exploit it and take the profits,
But one night was the worst of all while robbing a man at gunpoint
(Don't move, damn it, this is a robbery,
Damn drunk old man, don't look at me or I'll kill you!)
I gave him a routine blow, his knees trembled
I put the gun close to his ribs
(Don't shoot me, mailman!)
He gave me the cash, I checked it and (bang!) a shot went off
I picked up all I could with one hand
And before leaving (bang! bang!) I had to finish him off
That same night counting the money from that same robbery
I searched his wallet, his ID to see his picture
His name was ironic, Jose Cortez Morales,
It was when I understood that the man I killed was my father,
He kept a picture of me with my mother,
Years have passed and the moment has been unforgettable,
And now I am the street testimony,
I was born to do, to vote out the miserable
(aha!)
Look for me or criticize me but cry for your children
Only God knows if I continue on my own path
And maybe your worst fate awaits you!