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Benito is out there rolling with Fernando
She's already eighteen and she's super brave
With a long comb he is moving
And there is no being that can make him see that death is there

Fernando’s the one behind the wheel in the hood
His coke sells like hot bread on Sunday
And tonight they’re heading to the rival alley
To settle a couple of long-standing scores
Dark windows, dark conscience, dark night

Benito suddenly points at the snitch
Clear orders: Make sure the math is clear
And they put two in the traitor’s forehead

And the blood kept raining, raining, raining
And peace kept clearing, clearing, clearing
And the blood kept raining, raining, raining
And peace kept clearing, clearing, clearing
Es can, es can, es can, es can

Fernando says to Benito: I love you, bro
And like a real one, gives him cash, then they dip to the ghetto
To celebrate, no more rivals in the plaza
But soon the threat of revenge pulls up at his casa

My God, take care of Benito, says the mother
Every time you see that it's late on the clock
Venezuela is on fire, my friend
Grandparents say when they hear about blood

Hoodie jacket, 10:05 PM
Left hand in his pocket, right got a ring and a cigarette
The silence is loud, Benito's moving, eyes peeled, seems like a normal day
He don’t catch destiny’s wink

I run this block, in this hood, only the streets give orders!
Benito thought, right before the setup
And in a single second, his whole life flashed
When he saw shots coming from a car, no heads-up

Dark vision, dark blood, dark night
Jumping rooftops, running from death
His light jacket, now clearly stained
Sweat pouring down his whole face

And the bullets kept raining, raining, raining
And peace kept clearing, clearing, clearing
And the bullets kept raining, raining, raining
And peace kept clearing, clearing, clearing
Es can, es can, es can, es can

Now Benito’s out there all on his own
He’s twenty-three and sharp as a blade
A typical lead role in barrio tales
But with one difference to his name

What makes him different from Pedro Navaja?
Or from Tony Montana, what sets him apart?
Benito’s gonna finish his song without going under
His ending won’t be death in the dark

But on a shadowed day, he got a dark message
Urgent call on the line
And clear as day, a shaky voice
Fernando saying something like

They came with no hoodies at 8: 00 PM
Your mom was in the shower, I heard the door go down
She tried to run, did what she could, it all went down fast
Neighbors say she caught about twenty-nine rounds

And the tears kept raining, raining, raining
And peace kept clearing, clearing, clearing
And the tears kept raining, raining, raining
And peace kept clearing, clearing, clearing
Es can, es can, es can, es can

This is just another story of what's happening In my Latin streets
Respect isn’t for the wicked, it's for those who manage to find happiness
That’s the real gangster

Now Benito is alone
And even though he's not dead, no one really killed him
He’s just a ghost in the alleys of the barrio
Benito is nothing more than a living ghost

So think real hard before joining this life, brother
In case one day you feel like leaving
You don’t wanna be stuck choosing between two paths
Which ones? Which ones? To die or to suffer

Pedrito Navaja was taken by death
Juanito Alimaña is not free
And whoever kills with iron dies by it – keep that close
That’s why I bet on happiness

All we need is love
No less, no more