The one with the cake, you remember, the one with the combo
The one who told you to come, kill that little pig
Take the 40, go crazy
But how he suffered when They killed Vito
Let's kill him, he said, I won't let you go
Get the 40, go crazy
But at night
I asked my Christ
Lord, please take care of my little brother
You are the artist of the moment, you are the fashion
Everyone wants to take your steps
But you feel alone
You are a clown
Behind a girl, a boy
In a house hide your failure
And you are still empty
You are a clown
You believe you are terror, controlling everything with a bullet
But be careful, friends are scarce
They tell you that they love you and give you a hug
And When you turn your back they fill you with leaden blows
And your children are left alone and do not pay any attention to them
Your wife, your friend, is handed into her arms
And to your children the new Daddy will fill them with songs
And they already buried you, you were a clown
You are the artist of the moment, you are the fashion
Everyone wants to take your steps
But you feel alone
You are a clown
Behind a girl, a boy
In a house hide your failure
And you remain empty
You are a clown
br/>I was the clown who said that life was a cure
That you should lame the kids and that you would do mischief to them
But at night I would ask the God of heights
Lord, take care of my daughter so that she doesn't infect me
And I told you, keep it dark so that you can warm her up
Give her heat so that you can see how she feels
But at night, I asked my Christ
Lord, take care of my daughter, that she not manifest
You are the artist of the moment, you are the fashion
Everyone wants to give their steps
But you feel alone
You are a clown
Behind a girl, a bm
In a house hide your failure
And you are still empty Âo
You're a clown
It's been 15 years in this, you think I'm joking
Or that it's an emotion, or that this is a tripe
I have a thousand stories that I can tell you
Like that of Berto el de Garateo
Who in the 90s had a combo of 70
He had 40 friends, and a violent fame
Neither the combo nor the money, the pain avoids
Today he is in prison and no one visits him
Cousins u200bu200bwho kill each other, like Benji and Lelo
Criansa's brothers, like Black and Raelo
You are not untouchable, today you can be you
I remember my brother, Tito Bolondru
The street gives you wings, you think you fly
The devil and death, giving you money
You give your life and everything in the street
And you end up dead like Israel 'e Manuela
That they never catch you that is a myth
That they never catch you that is a myth
br/>The devil uses you to commit the crime
After he kills you, no one remembers you
I still cry for my brother Vito
Like Pichile, Juan de dio, Goldo Pitel and Aleta
The street defeats you, daddy there are no goals here
It's not to scare you, it's to open your eyes
And know that in life, death does not respect

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