La musica del ghetto

Don't talk about pain if you don't feel it in your flesh
The situation has already exploded and stained my building
Things are not as you imagine here in the ghetto
Things are not as you imagine here in the ghetto

While the rain falls, the fury increases
While the rain falls, the fury increases

Get off your pedestal, cross General Paz and come closer
And you will see that marginality and hunger are real
Things are not as you imagine here in the ghetto
Things are not as you imagine here in the ghetto

While the rain falls, the fury increases
While the rain falls, the fury increases

The police come here eager to shoot and erase you
And the thug who is the same doesn't hesitate to shoot when robbing you
Here the cop, the thief, the thug, and the worker coexist
Here marginality, drugs, and alcohol make the tough guy rough

If you want to know what pain is, come to my ghetto
If you want to know what pain is, come to my ghetto
If you want to know what pain is, come to my ghetto
Come to my ghetto, come to my ghetto, come to my ghetto
Come to my ghetto if you want to know what pain is
Come to my ghetto, come, come to my ghetto.