More songs by Foyone
Description
The night sky above the neighborhood smells of chemicals and resentment - as if every word were scratched onto the wall and illuminated by a streetlight. Here, righteousness is not a formula, but a scar, and the laws look like a suit on a thief: respectable, but sticky. The vocals walk along these cracks like tiles after rain - hoarse, decisive, and with a hint of bitter irony, as if someone in the kitchen is cooking soup from political sarcasm.
The song has both rage and craftsmanship: comparisons with ashes and firecrackers are more of a desire to wake up the city than an instruction. The world is described through the smells of prison, through sweat and smoldering cigarettes, through how faith in justice dissolves into routine. It sounds like a notebook in which every line stings: painful, funny, and humanly warm, because the anger here is almost like caring for one's own.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Vengo donde hacen las leyes y no he podido encontrar ni una sola que defienda la causa de mi verdad.
Cárceles que no son de hormigón. Miro el mundo desde mi prisión.
Hecho y roto y demasiado loco. Fui moldeado por su educación.
Le di mi voto y luego es un ladrón, pero lo ampara la constitución.
Tu padre podría haber usado condón, el mundo tendría un cabrón menos. El barrio sufre mientras yo lo narro.
Soy un cerdo revolcado en barro. Pongo drogas dentro del cigarro.
Si una bomba puede cambiar algo, tráeme la pólvora y los petardos. Coge tu arma y sal a cazarlos.
Que toda esa rabia que está en letargo le den libertad pa' que sirva de algo.
Vengo de otro mundo, soy embajador.
Sé lo que valgo y niegan mi valor, pero no pueden negar mi sudor. Lo lanzo y me vuelve martillo de Thor.
El centro del infierno es mi zona confort, con cuatro demonios montados en un Ford.
Aquí no cumplimos la ley del gobierno, pero cumplimos la de Dios, yeah.
Ni una sola que defienda.
Ni una sola que defienda.
Ni una sola que defienda -la causa de mi verdad. -Verdades duelen a punto en su cara.
Sé que mi gente no te importa nada. Hiciste la ley pensando en la trampa.
Tengo un aka dentro la garganta, ve. Si quieres callarme, ven, mátame.
Ni con las rodillas vivo de pie. Fusílame en frente de una pared pintado con sangre de necio.
Atrévete, te-te, sal del closet. Da por culo y ni nos conoces.
Mereces una TTS y tus socios abogados y jueces. Tendréis lo que merecéis y no va a salvaros la ley.
Al pueblo se le humilla hasta que pierde el miedo y mata a su rey, yeah.
-Ni una sola que defienda. -El rey, el presidente, la oposición.
Todo forma parte de un sistema corrupto y podrido, diseñado por los de arriba pa' joder a los de abajo.
Follame la casa, puta.
English translation
I come where the laws are made and I have not been able to find a single one that defends the cause of my truth.
Prisons that are not made of concrete. I look at the world from my prison.
Done and broken and too crazy. I was shaped by his upbringing.
I gave him my vote and then he is a thief, but the constitution protects him.
Your father could have used a condom, the world would have one less bastard. The neighborhood suffers while I narrate it.
I'm a pig wallowing in mud. I put drugs inside the cigarette.
If a bomb can change anything, bring me the gunpowder and the firecrackers. Grab your weapon and go hunt them.
May all that rage that is dormant be given freedom so that it can be of some use.
I come from another world, I am an ambassador.
I know my worth and they deny my worth, but they can't deny my sweat. I throw it and it turns into Thor's hammer.
The center of hell is my comfort zone, with four demons riding in a Ford.
Here we do not comply with the government's law, but we comply with God's, yeah.
Not a single one that defends.
Not a single one that defends.
Not a single one that defends the cause of my truth. -Truths hurt to the point in your face.
I know you don't care about my people at all. You made the law thinking about the trap.
I have an aka inside my throat, see. If you want to shut me up, come, kill me.
I can't even stand on my knees. Shoot me in front of a wall painted with fool's blood.
Dare, te-te, come out of the closet. Damn and you don't even know us.
You deserve a TTS and your partners lawyers and judges. You will get what you deserve and the law will not save you.
The people are humiliated until they lose their fear and kill their king, yeah.
-Not a single one that defends. -The king, the president, the opposition.
It's all part of a corrupt and rotten system, designed by those at the top to screw those at the bottom.
Fuck the house, whore.