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Pólvora y Sangre

Mi nivel de estrés aumenta
Lamento decirte que aun no sale la cuenta
Justo ahora el casero está tocando la puerta
Quiere la renta
Por Dios como quiere que tenga
Ya se me ha acabado la merca
Mi madre está enferma
El cabrón casi tumba la puerta
Juro que si el wey la despierta
Va a valer verga
Mi mente se pone violenta

- Señor gonzalez
Le suplique me aguante
No tengo el dinero completo en este instante
-Si me da chance
Prometo que voy a pagarle
Y si nada sale mal el jueves le doy lo restante
- Ya me cansaste siempre es lo mismo al cobrarte
Hasta aca afuera huele a toda la shit que fumaste
Me vale madre, te voy a poner en la calle
Y aunque me pagues, tienes tres dias pa largarte
A mi ma lo desperto el pe
¿Porqué lo mataste?
¿Mijo porqué lo mataste?
A mi ma lo desperto el pe
Fue Pólvora y Sangre
Sólo fue Pólvora y Sangre
Sólo fue Pólvora y Sangre
Estás jodido cómo vas a escapar
La policia ya no tarda en llegar
Piensa en sus hijos cómo fuiste capaz
De arrebatarles así a su papá
Todos los vecinos te escucharon gritar
Y es lo que le dirán al ministerial
Antes muerto que volver al penal
Todo por la paranoia de Crack
La puerta cerrada
Tu vista se nubla
Tu tiempo se agota rezar no te ayuda
Ahora es tu arma quíen mismo te apunta
Directo a tu cara
Las palmas te sudan
Las voces se callan
Sirenas se escuchan
La tira está afuera haciendo preguntas
Tienes en mente la merte segura con solo una bala acabar tu locura.

¿Mijo porqué lo mataste?

Gunpowder and Blood

My stress level increases
I'm sorry to tell you that the account is still not ready
Just now the landlord is knocking at the door
He wants the rent
For God's sake, how does he want me to have it?
I've run out of drugs
My mother is sick
The bastard almost knocks down the door
I swear if he wakes her up
It's going to be a fucking piece of junk
My mind gets violent

- Mr. Gonzalez
I begged him to wait for me
I don't have the full amount right now
-If you give me a chance
I promise I'll pay you
And if nothing goes wrong, I'll give you the rest on Thursday
- You've tired me out, it's always the same when I collect
Even outside it smells of all the shit you smoked
I don't care, I'm going to put you on the street
And even if you pay me, you have three days to leave
My ma woke him up the pe
Why did you kill him?
My son, why did you kill him?
My ma woke him up the pe
It was Gunpowder and Blood
It was just Gunpowder and Blood
It was just Gunpowder and Blood
You're screwed, how are you going to escape?
The police will be here soon
Think about his children, how could you
To take away their daddy like that
All the neighbors heard you screaming
And that's what they'll tell the minister
Rather dead than go back to jail
All because of the crack paranoia
The door is closed
Your vision is clouded
Your time is running out, praying doesn't help
Now it's your gun that's pointing at you
Straight to your face
Your palms are sweating
The voices are fading
Sirens are heard
The police are outside asking questions
You think about sure death, ending your madness with just one bullet.

My son, why did you kill him?