Esta Es La Esquina
Ponen el dedo en el gatillo para dar martillo y meten 10 plomaso' en su cara
Y así de simple y sencillo mataron al pillo y no se despidió de su mama
Esta es la esquina donde abunda el dolor
Esta es la esquina donde zumban y matan
Esta es la esquina donde falta el amor
Señor por donde los alcaldes ni pasan
Esta buscando a su panita por que a su noviecita la estuvo bombardeando de flores
Y como de nada se agita saco su pistolita pues si se la busco que no llore
Esta es la esquina donde abunda el dolor
Esta es la esquina donde zumban y matan
Esta es la esquina donde falta el amor
Señor por donde los alcaldes ni pasan
Será que en los hogares no hay atención
Será que cada padre es un borrachón
Será por eso que van al callejón
Donde la lluvia son balas y el consuelo es un blon
Está metiendose la cura y como está bien pura en este caso no tuvo suerte
La madre llora de amargura
Maldice la basura que ya su hijo puso en la muerte
Esta es la esquina donde abunda el dolor
Esta es la esquina donde zumban y matan
Esta es la esquina donde falta el amor
Señor por donde los alcaldes ni pasan
El jovencito policía se acuerda de los días en que abusaban de él en la escuela
Y ahora esta lleno de ira pa el callejón se tira tumbandole a to' el mundo la muela
Esta es la esquina donde abunda el dolor
Esta es la esquina donde zumban y matan
Esta es la esquina donde falta el amor
Señor por donde los alcaldes ni pasan
Será que en los hogares no hay atención
Será que cada padre es un borrachón
Será por eso que van al callejón
Donde la lluvia son balas y el consuelo es un blon
Esta es la jungla donde tumban al que hable
Las tenis que no usan ya las guindan en los cables
Si no tiran con el A.K. cortan con un sable
Todo el mundo le ve pero le temen al culpable
Donde el gobierno en cada esquina construyó un kiosquito
Para que se les haga fácil compral' el traguito
Donde distrubuyen el ron a un precio bien bajito
Para que se jarten de alcohol
Y ponerlos brutitos
Esta es la esquina donde mis panitas mueren
Que en vez de irse del peligro la muerte prefieren
Se criaron juntos y se matan por mujeres
Si supieran chicos lo que eso a mí me duele
Donde toda la gente tiene un familiar adicto
Donde hay hermanos que se fajan predicando a Cristo
Esta es la esquina donde muchos se guillan de listos
Esta llena de niños que a su padre nunca han visto
Será que en los hogares no hay atención
Será que cada padre es un borrachón
Será por eso que ban al callejón
Donde la lluvia son balas y el consuelo es un blon
This Is The Corner
They put their finger on the trigger to hammer and put 10 bullets in their face
And just like that, they killed the rascal and he didn't say goodbye to his mother
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they buzz and kill
This is the corner where love is missing
Sir, where the mayors don't even pass by
He is looking for his friend because he has been bombarding his girlfriend with flowers
And as if nothing happens, he gets agitated, so I take out his little gun so that if I look for it, he won't cry
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they buzz and kill
This is the corner where love is missing
Sir, where the mayors don't even pass
Is it that there is no attention in homes?
Maybe every father is a drunk
That's why they go to the alley
Where the rain is bullets and the consolation is a bloon
She is taking the medicine and since she is very pure in this case she was not lucky
The mother cries with bitterness
Curse the trash that your son already put in death
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they buzz and kill
This is the corner where love is missing
Sir, where the mayors don't even pass by
The young policeman remembers the days when he was abused at school
And now he's full of rage and he goes out into the alley knocking out everyone's teeth
This is the corner where pain abounds
This is the corner where they buzz and kill
This is the corner where love is missing
Sir, where the mayors don't even pass by
Is it that there is no attention in homes?
Maybe every father is a drunk
That's why they go to the alley
Where the rain is bullets and the consolation is a bloon
This is the jungle where they knock down anyone who speaks
The sneakers they don't use are already hanging on the cables
If they don't shoot with the AK they cut with a saber
Everyone sees him but they fear the culprit
Where the government built a kiosk on every corner
To make it easy for them to buy the drink
Where they distribute rum at a very low price
So they can get drunk on alcohol
And make them brutal
This is the corner where my friends die
That instead of running away from danger they prefer death
They grew up together and kill each other for women
If you guys knew how much that hurts me
Where everyone has an addicted family member
Where there are brothers who are working hard preaching Christ
This is the corner where many people pretend to be clever
It is full of children who have never seen their father
Is it that there is no attention in homes?
Maybe every father is a drunk
That's why they went to the alley
Where the rain is bullets and the consolation is a bloon