Ánimo Delincuencia

My neighborhood, my blood, my people are screwed
Why get upset? I'm not surprised
The gang was never going to stay still forever
Bread is scarce and the circus isn't entertaining

Your speech doesn't convince with a promise
At a disadvantage, many turn into criminals
And undoubtedly, a negligent government doesn't help
The water in Xochimilco is more transparent

Come on, my people, come on and power
Come on, my neighborhood, crime spirit
Come on, my blood, come on and conscience
Come on, my gang, crime spirit

If bullets had eyes, they would see perfectly
The senseless chaos that impacts people
Waiting with blindness for justice to find them
With a lump in the throat, which are surely balls

Because one adapts according to their environment
And what doesn't kill you makes you stronger

It's impossible to define a criminal now
Whether they rob at gunpoint or steal from taxpayers
If they end up in jail due to hunger, they're more innocent to me
Than those with immunity and untouchable for being in the cabinet

Come on, my people, come on and power
Come on, my neighborhood, crime spirit
Come on, my blood, come on and conscience
Come on, my gang, crime spirit
Come on, my people, come on, what a shame
Come on, my neighborhood, crime spirit
Come on, my people, come on and power
Come on, my neighborhood, crime spirit
Come on, my blood, enough violence
No more flags, crime spirit