On my shoulder
Day and night the cross and the face
Rap grew up for me
Besides what they were waiting for me
I was telling what was happening to me.
Not hubcaps nor chromed rails
yonkys with children crying in the entrance
Broken crystals every morning
Your mother is a whore, mine is an employee,
We already know each other…
Learn to be awaken, pray your best
The half will come out running
The ones in a prison, others so many dead ones,
Others so remarked, never forget yourself,
What you have lived
What you’ve gone through,
Sleep with this bad heat…
They won’t have any more for they won’t desire anything.
Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!
You, get burned…
Sleep with this heat and with nothing
That the window could cool
My mum gave me everything though she had nothing
They come and go away and they don’t change,
doggies , hot districts, tones of fé
Streets decorated with flowers, silver sidewalks,
Usually always the best for the guest woman
Hidden loves, love on the crossroad
Tough if your look will bear
The days aren’t easy I laughed not to cry
Street Macarena, San marcos, Socorro...
From de San luís to San Román.
I was dreaming and she was waking me up,
The city composing for me
Used to tell me I couldn’t keep on sleeping
With all that was falling down,
The dawn was getting nearer.
Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!
You, get burned…