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Producer: Imad Maestro
Composer: Josele Junior
Lyricist: Josele Junior
Lyrics and translation
Original
Dios no busca santos de fachada, Él camina con el roto y con el de mirada cansada.
No esperes morir pa' mirar al cielo, abre los ojos antes de tocar el suelo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Nací sin plata, pero con palabra, el barrio es selva, no juegues con cabra.
Muchos se visten de piel de oveja, pero en su pecho hay puro tiniebla.
Y el que traiciona por media moneda, y el que se pierde por calles sin vera.
Jesús andaba por calle y favela, no con los ricos, sino en la candela.
Muchos confían más en la Glock, que en el poder que tiene el Salmo veintitrés en el block.
Yo vi demonios con cara de pana y falsos profetas montados en la lana.
El que presume por dentro se quiebra, el que ora fuerte se cubre en la guerra.
No hay respeto es tener diez fierros, respeto es honrar a tu madre primero.
Del gueto al reino no hay atajo, si vas con Dios, no temes el fallo. Bendito el pobre que vive en verdad, maldito el trono sin humildad.
Del gueto al reino no hay atajo, si vas con Dios, no temes el fallo.
Bendito pobre que vive en verdad, maldito el trono sin humildad.
Oh, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
No me hables de calle si no lloras solo, si no sentiste el vacío del oro.
No me hables de fama si no tienes calma, porque lo eterno no cabe en la palma.
Vi cómo el mundo cambia tu esencia, por dos billetes pierden conciencia.
Pero el que lee proverbios con fe, no cae en trampas, aunque el diablo esté.
Dios me libró de cien encrucijadas, cuando la muerte ya venía a abrazar.
Ahora predico con calle en la voz, porque si yo cambié, tú puedes con Dios.
No es de cobarde dejar el vicio, ni de ignorante buscar el juicio.
Ser real es romper el ciclo y caminar con la cruz como principio.
Del gueto al reino no hay atajo, si vas con Dios, no temes el fallo. Bendito el pobre que vive en verdad, maldito el trono sin humildad.
Del gueto al reino no hay atajo, si vas con Dios, no temes el fallo.
Bendito pobre que vive en verdad, maldito el trono sin humildad.
Oh, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Josele Junior, maestro, la nostra famiglia.
English translation
God does not look for facade saints, He walks with the broken and with the tired looking.
Don't wait to die to look at the sky, open your eyes before you hit the ground, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I was born without money, but with words, the neighborhood is jungle, don't play with goat.
Many dress in sheepskin, but in their chest there is pure darkness.
And he who betrays for half a coin, and he who gets lost in streets without truth.
Jesus walked through the streets and favelas, not with the rich, but in the spotlight.
Many trust the Glock more than the power that Psalm twenty-three has on the block.
I saw demons with velvety faces and false prophets riding on wool.
He who boasts breaks inside, he who prays strongly covers himself in war.
No respect is having ten irons, respect is honoring your mother first.
From the ghetto to the kingdom there is no shortcut, if you go with God, you do not fear failure. Blessed is the poor man who lives in truth, cursed is the throne without humility.
From the ghetto to the kingdom there is no shortcut, if you go with God, you do not fear failure.
Blessed poor man who lives in truth, cursed is the throne without humility.
Oh, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Don't talk to me about the street if you don't cry alone, if you didn't feel the emptiness of gold.
Don't talk to me about fame if you don't have calm, because the eternal doesn't fit in the palm of your hand.
I saw how the world changes your essence, for two bills you lose consciousness.
But he who reads proverbs with faith does not fall into traps, even if the devil is there.
God saved me from a hundred crossroads, when death was already coming to embrace me.
Now I preach with calm in my voice, because if I changed, you can handle God.
It is not cowardly to leave vice, nor ignorant to seek judgment.
To be real is to break the cycle and walk with the cross as a principle.
From the ghetto to the kingdom there is no shortcut, if you go with God, you do not fear failure. Blessed is the poor man who lives in truth, cursed is the throne without humility.
From the ghetto to the kingdom there is no shortcut, if you go with God, you do not fear failure.
Blessed poor man who lives in truth, cursed is the throne without humility.
Oh, uh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Josele Junior, teacher, our family.