Chorus: Catalina
I often wonder, how long will it last, / How many will leave and come? / Maybe it's a
wrong road, / It's an endless story. /
Sant Uzzi, this time I mean express, / I said on 4 albums but I think no one understood. / I know that
many know what neighborhood life means, / But I don't know how many admit that it is completely different. /
For all of you, neighborhood boys, /Respect that you started from the bottom, you didn't get rich directly, / You
went through everything, slaps, words and pain/ You lived alone and you did alone wealth / I know too
too well what it's like to grow up in the neighborhood, / Tramps, fish, money, cars and goons. / Always rise up one by one, / Good luck, trickster, I will respect you for life. / Day by day another
trick will make way for another', / Starting from the bottom, it's easier to make the jump. / If you understand what
I want to say. / G-yeah, by the way, by the way, that's the bad way or the good way. / Many will judge
wrongly and many will respect, / Those born and raised here know too many aspects. / I'm detouring to
tell the girl, she sounded mournful, / For those in the neighborhood, it's a never-ending story. /
Day and night in the neighborhood, night and day in the neighborhood, / Everything has changed and everything is the same. / To
the boys on the street, I dedicate, / To everyone else, I will explain about the neighborhood. / My heart hurts when I
look at my friends, / When I see that day by day they are getting worse. / And I remember how I used to laugh
a while ago, /
Now I don't see them laughing anymore, only when they have the syringe in their veins. / Handjobs on the corner are still the same, /
But the Audi 80 car is now worth 600, / It's a sign that their money makes the world go round, brother, / And if
you don't believe me, I'm coming - in the neighborhood to see. / Maybe one day a mother cries that her boy is gone, / And then a woman who gives birth laughs that she has an extra one. / Yeah, life didn't stop in the neighborhood, / I could
tell endlessly. /
In the neighborhood it's the same as in prison, / If you can't get out, you have to be strong, / Because money to money
and louse to louse pulls, / Those at the top don't listen to you or - I give you peace. / Firar' their mother,
to hell with her, / Because they don't bring you even a single joy. / The boys crawl around the neighborhood
worse and worse, / Some end up with worms, and others with the bull. / Others get up and make a lot of money, / Life is
unfair if you stay down, / That's how it is in the neighborhood, you don't have to give up, / You fight with your fists
with your teeth to have more a lot. / No senator ever came down to the neighborhood, / No deputy knew what lefter means, / And I'm from where you don't even think, / Where the sun
rises only if You pay. /

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