La Pipa de La Paz

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dirty Elegance, motherfuckers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Today the peace pipe ain't getting smoked by Bob Marley
I'm out here handing out water in my poorest neighborhood
Where we don't dig up gold but we know how to strip copper
Where hunger taught us to be men and gangs taught us to shoot
To see who's the toughest rooster in the yard

The thieves in my hood look like vampires, hunting at night
To knock out your water meter or steal your car keys
If the cops catch them, they just get a slap on the wrist
In this world, only money matters: Your wallet or your life, which one do we take first?

I like to throw down, not be a jerk
I gave my heart and they didn't give it back
Just like in Ayotzinapa, they made it disappear

(Fucking shitty government, we're missing 43)

With my dirty, worn-out Jordans
With my morals in shambles 'cause I woke up feeling rough
Take your consolation, give me back my pills
Yesterday I went looking for God, and he wasn't in his chapel
I had to go back to hang out with the crew

I feel like Christ among whores and thieves
The underground came to tell you what the news censors
Death dancing on the clothesline
Planning to take the fucking front-runner

What do you mean I'm too skinny, mom? I still got some skin left
Life is beautiful, I'm hungover and broke
Let's go back in time and save Canserbero

(Yeah, let's save Canserbero, we'll put a mattress down and let him fall soft)
Yeah, yeah