La Virgen
La Virgen llorando sangre porque el padrino del anexo no puede hacer que se rehabiliten
Yo voy aunque no me inviten
No he probado la cena, pues ando bien malilla y puede que la vomite
Las mujeres te dan la vida, también hacen que te la quites
Fue lo que reflexioné cuando miré a mi homie colgando de un mezquite
Porque su esposa lo engañó, tiró su matrimonio por el caño
El under huele a perro muerto y eso que siempre me baño, loco
¿De qué sirvió rezarle a Dios? A su hija la secuestraron
En un lote baldío fue donde la encontraron
Se dice que los estatales fueron los que la mataron
¡Viva el graffiti, muerte a la policía del estado, loco!
Nos parece irrelevante si llueve o hace frío
A los malos ratos estamos acostumbrados
Dijo que cambiaría y mira, ahí va otra vez drogado
Lleva herramienta en la mano, se la ha de haber robado
Es adicto al cristal desde temprana edad
Se rumora que en su casa hay violencia intrafamiliar
Se siente triste, llorar mucho le cuesta
No tiene ni para un cepillo, la boca le apesta
Ese wey se lo roba, no pregunta cuánto cuesta
Vive en un barrio gris con paredes grafiteadas
Pinches anexos no sirven de nada
Salió más loco pegándole a la mamada
Váyanse para su casa, su jefa está preocupada
En ocasiones siente que sus padres lo odian
Que cuando llueve Dios le orina en la nuca
Teniendo miles de caminos sigue la misma ruta
Con la esperanza de encontrar a una mujer que no sea puta
Déjenme preso hasta que recapacite
Hasta que sepa amar a una mujer y no solo me excite
Si lo escuchamos no es necesario que grite
O cambias o se repite
Ahí vienen los judiciales, clávese bien el hitter (perro)
The Virgin
The Virgin Mary is crying blood because the godfather of the annex cannot get them rehabilitated
I'll go even if I'm not invited
I haven't tried dinner, as I'm feeling quite ill and might throw it up
Women give you life, they also make you take it away
That's what I reflected on when I looked at my homie hanging from a mesquite tree
Because his wife cheated on him, he threw his marriage away
The underground smells like a dead dog, and I always shower, man
What good did praying to God do? Her daughter was kidnapped
She was found in a vacant lot
It is said that the state police were the ones who killed her
Long live graffiti, death to the state police, crazy!
We find it irrelevant whether it rains or is cold
We're used to bad times
He said he'd change, and look, there he is again, high on drugs
He's carrying a tool in his hand; he must have stolen it
He has been addicted to crystal meth since a young age
Rumors circulate that there is domestic violence in their home
She feels sad, and crying is difficult for her
He can't even afford a toothbrush, his breath stinks
That guy steals it, he doesn't even ask how much it costs
He lives in a drab neighborhood with graffiti-covered walls
Those damn annexes are useless
He came out even crazier after giving a blowjob
Go home, your boss is worried
Sometimes he feels like his parents hate him
That when it rains, God pees on the back of his neck
Having thousands of paths, follow the same route
Hoping to find a woman who isn't a prostitute
Leave me in jail until I come to my senses
Until I learn to love a woman and not just be aroused by her
If we listen to him, there's no need for him to shout
Either you change or it will repeat itself
Here come the cops, stick the hitter (dog) in tight