Ellos
Salta La Banca
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Capitalism is falling,
And if the pot bursts,
They'll have a big problem.
And the solution would be
to stigmatize poverty
with its criminalization.
To dismantle
the repressive apparatus
of the national state.
We lack the initiative
of those who usually take credit
for the loot of others.
They, who endure like you,
channel with us
as they have done with him.
If you represented the people
I wouldn't be, then,
shooting the song.
There's violence and heavy-handedness.
There's no justice, not even in painting.
But everything is going great.
They imprison you for peanuts.
They shoot you in a neighborhood
if you don't go out to steal.
They are the renewal
of the cattle prod and the beating,
the neo-torturer.
They spread without control
the old methodology
of the detention center.
They, who endure like you,
channel with us
as they have done with him.
If you represented the people
I wouldn't be, then,
shooting the song.
The big boss shits
on his blessed policeman,
and another kid suffers.
Tell me, how does it feel
to fill empty bellies
with the cold of the rifle?
