¿Qué Dirían? (part. Sucia Elegancia)

What would they say if you got killed on the corner?
Would they cry your name or just shrug it off?
Would they keep your picture or burn it up?
What would they say if the street takes your life today?

I picture your mom crying alone in her room
Wondering why she didn’t hold you tighter
Your dad silent with a broken heart
Carrying the weight of a son who won’t come back

Your brothers lost, not knowing what to do
Trying to forget you, they just keep drinking
Your friends would say you were a good dude
Or just another crazy guy who died in the hood

I wonder if the neighborhood would mourn you
Or if you’d just be another statistic
Would you be? What would they say if the street calls you?
And maybe you won’t wake up tomorrow

I imagine the wake, flowers and silence
Your grandma praying, asking for your eternal rest
Your uncles whispering, this is what they expected
Walking down the wrong path, life suddenly ends

And your girlfriend crying, asking what’s wrong
Praying, seeing your body lying in the casket
Suffering, banging her fists against the wall
They’d say you were good, they’d say you had a future

Or knowing that the street made you rest
I wonder if anyone would take your place
Or if any of my rhymes could make you think
What would they say if the bullets finally hit you?

What would they say if you got killed on the corner?
Would they cry your name or just shrug it off?
Would they keep your picture or burn it up?
What would they say if the street takes your life today?

What would they say if you got killed on the corner?
Would they cry your name or just shrug it off?
Would they keep your picture or burn it up?
What would they say if the street takes your life today?

I just want to tell you that if I go first
I’ll be waiting for you up in heaven
To keep breathing in the scent of your hair
I ask you to please keep my photographs

In case I don’t come back one day in the paper
Front page news, 24-year-old
Shot dead for selling weed

Here in the hood, it’s just two ways
They cry over your casket or visit you in jail
Either way, it’s pretty bitter
To have to accept it

Watch your steps because someone’s watching
Your wife crying, her mascara running
The street or the house, you decide
Live with your family or die by the crime

Hold me tight and don’t let go
Because I’m not forever
Especially among so many criminals
Hold me tight and don’t let go

Because I’m not forever
Especially among so many criminals

What would they say if you got killed on the corner?
Would they cry your name or just shrug it off?
Would they keep your picture or burn it up?
What would they say if the street takes your life today?

What would they say if you got killed on the corner?
Would they cry your name or just shrug it off?
Would they keep your picture or burn it up?
What would they say if the street takes your life today?