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Medicine

Medicina que te cura o te mata...

Que te cura o te mata la escuela el parque y el olor
De la plaza, nuestra universidad del barrio y su palabra
Shhh ladrones y policias,
Que por que hablo de esto asi es el mundo que rodea mi vida
Homenaje a los enfermos que siempre seran
Familia entre el bien y el mal cual camino tomarías
Obvio musica de casposos,
Pero entenderlo bien por que el progreso es ajisoso
Nací... el cucho nunca me quiso,
Mi madre fue la guerrera y yo el cerebro enfermizo
Siempre busque el paraiso pero rode por avismos
Mi realidad lo normal pa otros tumores
Malignos entre todos y nadie a muchos dejé en el camino
Chicos malos traviesos que otros llaman malandritos
Algunos sanos pero su corazon podrido
Algunos otros enfermos nada brinda alivio
MARIHUANA, bazuca get a little high
A los rituales del monte, cura pa las almas
Give in fire montes como el himalaya,
Fumigando las penas y otras energias malas
/($&%(&/(&/(in a get low nigga
Mi corazón una bobeda no alberga heridas
Otros dolores ya tengo la medicina
A mantenernos bien parados en la
Linea somos del guetto y nadie lo olvidaria
Fuimos por eso por que otro si lo cobraria
Otra mañana para salir a hacer vida y por los pesos cuantos diablos
Se arriesgarian y se encomendarian a Jesus y
A María los 7 angeles acompañan mis travesias
Mantengo fuerte ante la advesidad de la vida obvio es moquete
Pero en nada me afectaria mentira la locura hasta por eso sería
Sigo paciente esperando nuestro gran dia y
Mientras tanto como con lo que siempre hacía
Obvio me engomé con los juguetes de la avenida vaginas drogas fiestas
Y malas compañias no es un secreto que pertenezco a una
Pandilla y nuestros ideales son de nuestras propias guerrillas
Mis amistades puras con los cristales mis sociedades en el
Cerro han sido llaves, la medicina mi sangre y pa las locas fire
Algo distinto no busco ser igual que nadie (tantos los idos
Fuck) pero felices fuimos y
Aquella gente que siempre hacia caso omiso
Sin dirigentes pero mas que todo independent
Culo en las llamas un pasado aún
Latente esos placeres que causan que me acelere
Ese pasado donde deje queridos seres,
La policia que a mi ni me esperen ya me sané de esa MIE dejenla
Que vuele let in the mothefucking &$%&% nigga
Y que se sequen las gargantas que me maldecían
Las groserias silabas que me ofrecían no fueron nada solo el
Berrinche de unas chinas let in high in the mothefucking rocks nigga
Viva el instante como si fuera el ultimo
Dia y si estuvieran en crisis que usted haría
Sacar en pecho la casta o escapar MARICA.

Medicine

Medicine that cures you or kills you...

That heals you or kills you the school the park and the smell
Of the plaza, our neighborhood university and his word
Shhh thieves and cops,
That's why I'm talking about this this is the world around my life
Tribute to the sick who will always be
Family between good and evil which way would you take
Obvious music of dandruff,
But to understand it well because progress is tricky
I was born... the cucho never wanted me,
My mom was the warrior and I was the sick brain
Always look for paradise but we rode by warning
My reality the normal for other tumors
Evil among all and no one I left many on the way
Naughty bad boys that others call baddies
Some healthy but their heart rotten
Some other sick people nothing brings relief
Marijuana, bazooka get a little high
To the rituals of the mountain, he heals the souls
Give in fire mountains like the Himalayas,
Fumigating the sorrows and other bad energies
/($&%(&/(&/( in a get low nigga
My heart a bobeda holds no wounds
Other pains I already have the medicine
To keep us standing tall in the
Line we are from the ghetto and no one would forget
We went for that because someone else would charge it
Another morning to go out to do life and for the pesos how many devils
They would take a chance and entrust themselves to Jesus and
To Mary the 7 angels accompany my journeys
I stand strong in the face of the advent of life obvious is moquete
But nothing would affect me lie madness even for that would be
I'm still patiently waiting for our big day and
Meanwhile as much as with what he always did
Obviously I got gummed up with the toys on the avenue vaginas drugs parties
And bad company it's no secret that I belong to a
Gang and our ideals are from our own guerrillas
My pure friendships with the crystals my societies in the
Cerro have been keys, medicine my blood and pa the crazy fire
Something different I'm not looking to be the same as anyone (so many the gone
Fuck) but we were happy and
Those people who always ignored
Without leaders but more than anything independent
Ass in the flames a past yet
Latent those pleasures that cause me to accelerate
That past where I left dear beings,
The police don't even wait for me, I've already healed from that shit, let her
Let it fly let in the mothefucking &$%&% nigga
And let the throats that used to curse me dry up
The rude syllables they offered me were nothing but the
Tantrum of a Chinese let in high in the mothefucking rocks nigga
Live the moment as if it were the last
Day and if they were in crisis that you would
To take in chest the caste or to escape FAGGOT.