Alma negra

Broken glances fall silent as they pass
by 3rd Avenue.
People wait without knowing what for
next to any wall.

The law here changes its disguise and color
The jungle always knows how to tell who's better.
The light makes it shine
those dark shades.

Sad life, it’s always treated you wrong
watching the neighborhood through crystal glasses.
Bad streets taught you how to live
failure has always set up shop here.

Radios scream loud and nonstop
beats of the city
luck is alive, you can smell it
near Central Park.

Tough black seed to peel
and to change
voices are born in the darkness
of the heart.

You’ll have rhythm in your feet
and a black soul.