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 detras
Deme relojes alajas 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
Without Help (feat. El Pepo)
I have that guy sworn
He's always high near the bar
The guys say he was locked up
But they helped him and he could escape
He always shouts that he's innocent
That everyone knows the truth
That just for being from the slum
None of the neighborhood wanted to help him
His mother was sick, bedridden
And seeing her lying there, he couldn't bear
He took a revolver he had hidden
And already decided, he went out to steal
He entered a store in front of the square
Close to his house and shouted behind
Give me watches, jewelry, money
And with much fear, he started to tremble
He returned to the slum, it was a great confusion
His mother had died, he couldn't bear
Very destroyed by what happened
And repentant, he started to think
I don't want to be a street thief
I return the money and live in peace
He went to return what he had stolen
And they caught him when he tried to enter
There they locked him up, then they beat him
But with time, he could escape
He has no friends, he's really lost
And always hiding from the authorities
He lives on booze, drunk, destroyed
And when he's high, he shouts his truth
When he's high, he shouts his truth
None of the neighborhood wanted to help me
Because I'm from the slum, I couldn't get away
When he's high, he shouts his truth
When he's high, he shouts his truth
None of the neighborhood wanted to help me