Sin Ayuda (part. El Pepo)
A ese chabon yo lo tengo jurado
Siempre anda drogado muy cerca del bar
Los vagos dicen que estuvo encerrado
Pero lo ayudaron y pudo escapar
El siempre grita que es un inocente
Que toda la gente sabe la verdad
Que solamente por ser de la villa
Ninguno del barrio lo quiso ayudar
Su madre estaba enferma postrada
Y al verla tirada no pudo aguantar
Tomo un revolver que tenía escondido
Y ya decidido salió a robar
Entro a un negocio en frente de la plaza
Cerca de su casa y gritaba al entrar
Demen relojes, alhajas, dinero
Y con mucho miedo se puso a temblar
Volvió a la villa fue un gran desconcierto
Su madre había muerto no pudo aguantar
Muy destruido por lo sucedido
Y arrepentido se puso a pensar
No quiero ser un ladrón callejero
Devuelvo el dinero y así vivo en paz
Fue a devolver lo que había robado
Y lo capturaron cuando quiso entrar
Hay lo encerraron, luego le pegaron
Pero con el tiempo se pudo escapar
No tiene amigos, anda re perdido
Y siempre escondido de la autoridad
Vive de escabio, borracho, destruido
Y cuando se droga grita su verdad
Cuando se droga grita su verdad
Ninguno del barrio me quiso ayudar
Por ser de la villa no pude safar
Cuando se droga grita su verdad
Cuando se droga grita su verdad
Ninguno del barrio me quiso ayudar
No Help (feat. El Pepo)
I’ve sworn to take that guy down
He’s always high, hanging near the bar
The locals say he’s been locked up
But they helped him out, and he got away
He always screams that he’s innocent
That everyone knows the truth
That just because he’s from the hood
No one from the block wanted to help him out
His mom was sick, laid up in bed
And seeing her like that, he couldn’t take it
He grabbed a revolver he had hidden
And with his mind made up, he went to steal
He walked into a shop right by the square
Close to his place, shouting as he came in
"Give me watches, jewelry, cash!"
And trembling with fear, he started to shake
He went back to the hood, it was a big shock
His mom had died, he couldn’t handle it
So broken by what had happened
And filled with regret, he started to think
"I don’t want to be a street thief
I’ll return the money and live in peace"
He went to return what he had stolen
But they caught him when he tried to go in
They locked him up, then beat him down
But with time, he managed to escape
He’s got no friends, he’s totally lost
Always hiding from the cops
Living off booze, drunk and destroyed
And when he gets high, he screams his truth
When he gets high, he screams his truth
No one from the block wanted to help me
Just because I’m from the hood, I couldn’t get away
When he gets high, he screams his truth
When he gets high, he screams his truth
No one from the block wanted to help me