Here they uncover like a deep throat, one to the other, to see who uncovers first. Click, click, my head points, they had it well sworn, sworn to the grave. Hatred passes from generation to generation, respect would be only the best for the nation. Difficult solution, confusion grows, the flames of the media are alive. Until it doesn't come out on television, nothing exists, you walked down the street but you didn't see it. And now, the sirens in your neighborhood sound and it's that something always happens, there are always problems. They say that the best condiment is hunger, they ask about the fences of Ceuta because they jump the wire. From the beginning of time it is customary and immigration is part of the condition of man. Sometimes looking for life leads you to crime, but the truth is that only hatred generates violence. The streets, the bands, now they are a problem, now they are in your neighborhood and again the siren sounds. In the city, sight, agility, if you are alone at night, think with coldness. They are out there occupying the sidewalks, today is not a good day either, there are always problems. Yeah, music reflects all the moments of our life. And as you already know, sometimes I yell, sometimes I'm calm. Hey Cholo, I'm afraid that now we are going to start having problems. And if you don't run much more than the others, you lose the train and you stay. But what the *** is this? What is done that is not lost. Down in real facts, bro, do you remember? Problems, the neighborhood, the goat, they know it very well. Camelos smearing the pasta on the wood, if you don't believe it, come. With 17 he is pregnant and he doesn't know who. The other one has already left the jail, we will say amen. And when it seems that everything in life is gray, there are no more eggs to go to raise the country. And it is not a problem that there is fascist racism. The real problem is that there are racist b-boys. I get a knot in my throat. If I don't run, they catch me, like the cop in the top mantle. Faith is not implanted, the law is a trap, but I don't care. I go headlong on this ramp. My guts are shaking. Because there are days when there is not even for a bag of pipes. Although I know that soon the envelope will arrive. The joy lasts a little in the house of the poor. Regrettable. Living Madrid, center. Well, run. Our problem is called Esperanza Virre. The good winemaker knows well who arrived first. Because it differentiates a Gredos summit from a Duero river. Choose and think for whom you bet your coins. Today is not a good day either. There are always problems.