Decisiones al filo

Decisions on the edge

(Morodo)
Lorenzo is leaving
The moon rises
If you look up to the sky, you can see the stars
Above the concrete jungle
I don't lie to you
Stay tuned
It's an irrevocable event
It's movement
The earth spins
Changing the time
The bad ones pass
The good ones fall
We throw as we can
And so we keep pulling chestnuts out of the fire
We ourselves surviving in this game
I'm a veteran and no one takes me off the board
I have the dice, the cards, the chips, and the rules
And even though the laws are in the hands of the cops
The streets are the streets, they are my territory
I'm an MC from the OZM with reggae ragga influence
From the west coast, screw you if you don't like it
The sound
That comes out of the cassette
When you decide to hide me, baby
Listen carefully to my message
You can see that I resist the system, motherfucker
Following a straight path
With the OZ pos line
Screwing the damn cops
Taking flight
Over the ground without touching the floor
If it gets ugly
Well, I only believe in what I see
A lot of police
Discrimination against the black man

Decisions on the edge
Stay alive, it's a moment
In its spiral, you pull back and forth
Forget each step and endure the next
And the next one ahead
Time, how much balance