Apechuga

Face it, brother
We're drowning in shit.
Life's got its hands on us
And it's screwing us over.

Hang in there and rise up
'Cause we're made of devil's skin.
And our bed is the highway
And those tits are our blanket.

The night talks to you,
The hood sings to you,
The streets show you the way
And nothing scares you.

Face it, brother
We're drowning in shit.
Come take my hand, let it go,
Get out of it.
And that nun, what the hell is she looking at?