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How to go to work without getting shot
Come back home without getting shot
If at three in the morning someone is frying
And is capable of anything to maintain their high

The literary gatherings had to invade the bars
Because the library was not a place for poetry
The library had to be silent
And a people who think they are very knowledgeable

There is prejudice against the Northeasterner
There is prejudice against the Black man
There is prejudice against the illiterate
But there is no prejudice if one of the three is rich, dad

The dictatorship continues, my friend Milton
The repression continues, my friend Chico
They call me Criolo and my cradle is rap
But there is no border for my poetry, dad

Keep the drug dealing away from me, dad
Keep the prostitutes away from me, dad
Keep the cocaine away from me, dad
Because in the hood blood flows, dad

Dad
Keep the drug dealing away from me, dad
Keep the prostitutes away from me, dad
Keep the cocaine away from me, dad
Because in the hood blood flows