HASTA CUANDO

The kid from the ghetto is hustling for cash
The kids from the block don’t have a schedule
Until when? Drugs, deals, cash, and smuggling
Until when? I’m gonna see my kids trembling

Parents fill the fridge
Moms out of work, scrubbing stairs
Police checkpoints on the highway
The kids carry us in their fanny packs

Shelters, rough neighborhoods
Kids without education but with manners
The help they promise around here is worthless
Food banks, social services

I got a couple of homies who went to jail
Their families are the ones bearing the weight
Consequences of chasing the cheese
They had to do it 'cause there was no income

Here nobody knows shit, here nobody trusts
We don’t wanna know shit about the cops
They hustle for bread in the cold night
Once again they sleep in the precinct

The kid from the ghetto is hustling for cash
The kids from the block don’t have a schedule
Until when? Drugs, deals, cash, and smuggling
Until when? I’m gonna see my kids trembling

They did it to find a way out
They did it for a plate of food
Even if they don’t have money, they’re happy
Their hands are full of scars

How many times did we hit the wall?
How many nights did we walk through the dark?
Life’s blows were hard
The kids from the block are building their future

So many nights, so many stories
I keep them all in my memory
Life spins like a Ferris wheel
They’re just trying to find their escape

Around here we have nothing to lose
We learned to walk before we could run
It’s been a while since I lost my faith
God didn’t hear me when I called

The kid from the ghetto is hustling for cash
The kids from the block don’t have a schedule
Until when? Drugs, deals, cash, and smuggling
Until when? I’m gonna see my kids trembling