El Ambiente Tenzo

This is the technique
To let it all out
Elegant art

Sometimes I think the street vibe is way too heavy
Guns, enemies, we’re all on edge
I’m doing my thing but the energy’s bad
I can’t shake it off even if I light up ten thousand incense

Sometimes I think the street vibe is way too heavy
Guns, enemies, we’re all on edge
I’m doing my thing but the energy’s bad
I can’t shake it off even if I light up ten thousand incense

I’m rolling with some weirdos offering bullets, it’s got me feeling bad
If it’s not the troublemaker
A lone horse gets cornered
Don’t play tough with me
I see you
I don’t trust
I don’t trust clearly
That it gets tangled
Doesn’t stop
When the fool slips up
No matter how hard they try, they can’t compare to me
They can’t match me
This bird’s grown its wings

This music is a gift to the streets
I keep singing, singing to the street folks
I keep giving, giving even if the cops don’t want it
The hustle
I even open my wallet for it
But I keep moving step by step, climbing the stairs

Sometimes I think the street vibe is way too heavy
Guns, enemies, we’re all on edge
I’m doing my thing but the energy’s bad
I can’t shake it off even if I light up ten thousand incense

I ask God to keep me safe so I don’t fall
I had to know the consequences of the streets
(Elegant art)
Know, know
Know, know
Know how to fall
Know how to fall

The rich are partying while the poor are struggling
And the politicians keep giving the same old speeches
For education, they throw any color at it
I had to intimidate a teacher to pass a class
Rap gave me the push to rise from the darkness
And I keep sharing my music even when I’m broke
To tell you that the poor kid in the gutter is cramping
Because he’s got no money and he’s starving
Why do I get mad?
I’ve been at this for twelve years and they call me lazy
When you shake hands, you never look in the eyes
You look down
I learned to make the beats
I would’ve been an athlete if I was born lame
Put on your glasses
I’m doing what I want
With red eyes
I choose rap
Walking through a minefield
In front of a judge, I’m not blushing anymore

I ask God to keep me safe so I don’t fall
I had to know the consequences of the streets
How are they going to do what they’re going to understand?
That here you can win and here you can lose
But above all, you can’t lose faith
But above all, you can’t lose faith

With all the things they’re saying about me
On top of that, the cops have me as a suspect
I decided to do rap
Ninety-eight, rolling with the crew
And to this day, I haven’t given up
The government has us in hell
It’s a sacrilege
They build more prisons and fewer schools
I keep rapping about what I believe
They don’t stop crime, leaving a kid locked up
A green cop
You’re either painted like a cop or dead
I believe in you, I don’t believe in luck
And even though we’re on the streets
I stay strong