ROSA NEGRA (part. Acru)

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I don’t know where or when, but one day I’ll die
Cruising through the hood with a saint on my skin
The black rose with thorns at my feet
Today carries a bullet with my name

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I know I’ve never been a holy young man
I’ve got sins and burdens, but I admit that
The benefits of birthing miracles pulled me far from faith
So when the paper falls on the block, there’s no one
Who won’t thank this armored rapper and won’t clasp hands in amen

I bear witness, I bled the path to victory
Today I know being genuine brings discord
Fake brothers swore loyalty
I saw dirt in their hands, sweetening the dagger

Amidst jumps, devils, evils, I sing, every now and then I talk to the signs
If my tears fall in the field, a white body is born to the touch of this sour
Unbreakable, like the silence at a mother’s burial
Endless, like shots in the air when a gangster dies

I don’t know where or when, but one day I’ll die
Cruising through the hood with a saint on my skin
The black rose with thorns at my feet
Today carries a bullet with my name

I make the black money disappear, black magic
This ink is black gold, I’m gonna set up my oil rig
With my crew always together, they call us the mountain range
Smoking with Wiz Khalifa, the real one, who could do it

I just want everything or nothing
A kingdom for my pack
Even if I don’t die tomorrow
There are black roses on my face

Blood and ink in my lineage, a book full of tattoos
I also filled the passport, all black, I’m in a suit
Always taking another dose, the doc won’t let me come down
I’m smoking in a cloud, in the sky, making ring-raje

Black rose, mama, wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh
Black rose for my bro, black rose for my blood
Black rose for my—, wuh, black rose for my blood
Black rose for my mama, black rose for my blood, blood (ah-ah-ah-ah)

Blood, blood, black rose for my blood, blood (ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
Blood, blood, black rose for my blood, blood (ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
Blood, blood, black rose for my blood, blood (ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
Blood, blood, blood, blood (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

I don’t know where or when, but one day I’ll die
Cruising through the hood with a saint on my skin
The black rose with thorns at my feet
Today carries a bullet with my name

I don’t know where or when, but one day I’ll die
Cruising through the hood with a saint on my skin
The black rose with thorns at my feet
Today carries a bullet with my name