En Donde Mierda Estamos
Primos y yo parchamos
Niños juegan a romper lunas con bujías
Cerca ala avenida angamos
En donde mierda estamos
Si tu tienes casi gramos en los sesos
Si acaso los domingos te sobran los quesos
Ya casi nadie resulta ileso
Drogadictos asta el hueso
Uno q otro pagando cn años d preso
Q paso con eso que
De pequeño io me enfoque
No me equivoke
Si kise tan solo darle algunos tokes
Pisa firme y nunk t alokes
Decian los q me querian en verdad
Los q nserio me brindaron amistad
Casi la mitad esta perdida
Pero se que me kieren como los quiero
Saben a kien me refiero
A los q conmigo crecieron en el barrio
Jugabamos mario nunk nos falto lo necesario
Ahora yo en esterios y en los escenarios
Voi entre los varios q disparan parrafos serios
Lo unico q se conserva intacto
Después de 10 calendarios
Es como la lus en cementerios
Y esq ahora en surquillo
Ai mas cuchillos q chikillos
Te cortan por un sencillo
Tan solo kieren bolsillo
Tipica actitud del palomilla
Q kiere jalar gatillos
Ganas q descargan escribillos
Asi aprendi yo
Camino con pandillas
De viejos y ladillas
Suave que te desfalcan tus zapatillas
[pedro mo]
La ciudad te acribilla
Vive entre barrotes y ratas de alcantarilla
Ratos de tension q se rastrillan
Ideas q martillan la cabeza se mansilla
Con tanta idiotes q me rodea
Me noto mas amargo cn el pasar d los años
Desaparecen rostros en mi entorno
Un eterno pasajero sentimiento de extravio
Extraño lo sencillo de ser niño
Aunq ser niño m iso daño
Cicatrises en la escensia
Son tumores en el carma
Q malforma la apariencia d lo q seria mi alma
En el tiempo futuro distinto a lo q es ahora
Vestigios del pasado q entre humo denso aflora
Se me borra la pelicula
No m ubico porq cambian las pupilas
Como focos de infeccion
Cerebros atrofiados convertidos en adornos
Ortodoxos d negocios
D los vicios d los osios
Chibolos q olvidaron ser visionarios curiosos
Ya no juegan en la cancha
La pintan cuando se parchan
Y en mancha se marchan
Las niñas ahora cachan
Se pinchan y agachan
La cara por las manchas moradas
Q las tachan
Dan a luz
Caras con caracha
Donde chucha esta la infancia rodeada d cucarachas
Where the Hell Are We
Cousins and I hang out
Kids play breaking moons with spark plugs
Near Angamos Avenue
Where the hell are we
If you have almost grams in your brain
If on Sundays you have plenty of cheeses
Almost no one comes out unscathed
Drug addicts to the bone
One or another paying with years in prison
What happened with that
As a child I focused
I didn't make a mistake
If I just wanted to give it a few hits
Step firmly and never get lost
They said those who truly cared for me
Those who seriously offered me friendship
Almost half is lost
But I know they love me as I love them
They know who I mean
To those who grew up with me in the neighborhood
We played Mario, we never lacked the essentials
Now I'm on stages and in scenarios
I'm among the several who shoot serious paragraphs
The only thing that remains intact
After 10 calendars
Is like the light in cemeteries
And now in Surquillo
There are more knives than kids
They cut you for a simple thing
They just want money
Typical attitude of the gang
Who wants to pull triggers
Desires that unload scribbles
That's how I learned
Walking with gangs
Of old men and lice
Careful they steal your sneakers
[Pedro Mo]
The city shoots you down
Lives among bars and sewer rats
Moments of tension that are raked
Ideas that hammer the head are tamed
With so much idiocy around me
I feel more bitter as the years go by
Faces disappear in my surroundings
An eternal passenger feeling of loss
I miss the simplicity of being a child
Although being a child hurt me
Scars in the essence
Are tumors in karma
That deforms the appearance of what would be my soul
In the future time different from what it is now
Traces of the past that emerge among dense smoke
The movie is erased from me
I can't locate myself because the pupils change
Like infection spots
Atrophied brains turned into ornaments
Orthodox of business
Of the vices of idleness
Kids who forgot to be curious visionaries
They no longer play on the field
They paint it when they hang out
And in a group they leave
Girls now understand
They inject and bow
Their faces for the purple spots
That mark them
Give birth
Faces with a grimace
Where the hell is childhood surrounded by cockroaches