Llovía

Benito is walking with Fernando
He's eighteen and very brave
With a long comb he's moving around
And there's no being that can make him see that death is around there

Fernando is the one driving in the neighborhood
His drugs sell like hotcakes
And tonight they're going to the rival alley
To settle a couple of pending scores
Dark windows, dark conscience, dark night

Benito suddenly aims at the traitor
Clear orders to settle all scores
They shoot the traitor twice in the forehead

And the blood was raining, raining, raining
And peace was spreading, spreading, spreading
And the blood was raining, raining, raining
And peace was spreading, spreading, spreading
It's dog, it's dog, it's dog, it's dog

Fernando tells Benito: I love you, buddy
And like a gentleman he gives him money and they go to the ghetto
To celebrate that there's no competition in the square
But it turns out that a threat of revenge arrived at his house

My God, take care of Benito, says his mother
Every time she sees that it's late on the clock
Venezuela is on fire, my buddy
The grandparents say when they hear about blood

Hooded jacket, 10:05 PM
Left pocket, ring and cigarette in the right
Silence listens, Benito moves, observes the day is simple
He doesn't suspect the wink of destiny

Here I am the criminal and in this neighborhood only the criminal rules!
Benito thought before seeing the trap
And in a single second his whole life flashed before his eyes
When he saw shots coming from a lead car

Dark vision, dark blood, dark night
Jumping roofs, fleeing death
His light jacket, clearly stained
Sweat running down his forehead

And the bullets were raining, raining, raining
And peace was spreading, spreading, spreading
And the bullets were raining, raining, raining
And peace was spreading, spreading, spreading
It's dog, it's dog, it's dog, it's dog

Benito is walking alone
He's twenty-three and his mind is sharp
He's a typical protagonist of neighborhood stories
With just one difference

What makes him different from Pedro Navaja?
What about Montana Tony makes him different?
Benito will finish the story without dying
His ending won't be death

But on a dark day, he received dark news
An urgent phone call
And clearly, he heard an agitated voice
From Fernando saying the following

They arrived without hoods at 8:00 PM
Your mother in the shower, hears them break the door down
And as she can, she tries to escape, everything happened very quickly
Neighbors say they hit her like twenty-nine times

And tears were raining, raining, raining
And peace was spreading, spreading, spreading
And tears were raining, raining, raining
And peace was spreading, spreading, spreading
It's dog, it's dog, it's dog, it's dog

This is just one more story of what's happening in my Latino neighborhoods
The bad guy doesn't deserve respect, but the one who finds happiness
That's the real tough one

Benito is walking alone
And even though he's not alive, no one gave him death
He's just a ghost wandering the neighborhood streets
Benito is nothing but a living dead

Think well if you want to join the criminal world, brother
In case later you feel like leaving
Don't have to decide between your options to choose
Which, which are?: Die or suffer

Pedrito Navaja was taken by death
Juanito Alimaña is not free
And he who lives by the sword, dies by the sword, keep that in mind
That's why I bet on happiness

All we need is love
Not less, not more