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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
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
cure en las llamas un pasado aún
latente esos placeres que causan que me acelereese 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 his rotten heart some other sick 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
My heart a bobeda holds no wounds
other pains I already have the medicine
to keep us well standing on the line we are from the ghetto and no one
would forget we went that's why another if I would collect it another morning to
go out to make a life and for the pesos how many devils would risk and
they would entrust themselves to Jesus and Mary the 7 angels accompany my
travesias I keep strong in the face of the advent of life obvious is
carpet but it wouldn't affect me at all
lying 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 crystals
my societies on the hill have been keys,
the medicine my blood and pa the crazy fire
something different I'm not looking to be the same as anyone
(so many gone fuck) but happy we were and
those people who always ignored
without leaders
but more than anything independent
heal in the flames a past yet
latent those pleasures that cause me to accelerate 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.