Fabiana Cantilo

Fabiana Cantilo - Prófugos

Hook

Hold all of the murderin’ up, if you gotta bust a cap then aim it up

If you religious praise it up, if you gotta get high then blaze it up

For the ones who never gave it up,

Take a champagne glass and raise it up

Agony was the feelin’ when I saw his blood spilling

Poppin’ lip and taking over his tip is why he had to kill him

Now his bodies in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost

Somebody tricked off and the killer was caught

So now his lifes his cost

You might get caught

So to make a move these motherfuckers is petrified

All the best that tried won’t even slide

So just bless the rest that died

Is it a test of pride when inside

You grip a trigger but you didn’t wanna pull it

Could it be a motherfucker that you notice

On the other side of the bullet

Should it matter now you figure fuck it i’ma waste him

It’s just a murda for the nation

But some end up locked up, broke up

For felonies and over overly motherly abrasion

Now in front of me encased in a coffin is a body

With people around sad and froze

Teardrops and rain

But folks didn’t really feel the pain until the casket closed

I was drastic chose and the mother threw a frown

Even though the gunner was found

Cause it seems like yesterday when he was running around

Now he under the ground cause they gonna get down in these streets even

Though you pack a piece for heat these niggaz urgin’ to bust

The game ain’t the same so stay away from the curb

If you out there serving em’ up and

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W/ make a toast to yourself for survivng in a world that’s so corrupt

Agony was the feelin’ when I saw his blood pouring

Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning

As these streets erases others it encase a brother

You had enough heart to waste this brother

But could you face his mother I was faced with other

Type of problems that had held me back

Couldn’t tell me jack now I’m gone in my own zone

You ain’t gotta tell me that so me trail me back to a time

When a motherfucker ’d lost his will survive

Me and my folks had to hustle and steal for a meal

Eat or had to kill to survive

I remember when you had my back

When the relative passed and my momma cried

When the house caught flames

You collapsed in my arms when you heard that father d’ died

I take drama in stride

Even though I had to go through a thing to get myself together

Still suffer but the worst is gone

So it’s on till’ the roamin’ man have his shelter

But if I end up back on the streets again and I had to recieve my fate smoke

Weed at the wake so the pain and hate escapes

To keep the kids straight

Cause you did straight if your seed proceed

As long as they keep learning and keep growing up

Right now we survive in a place that’s full of doubt

And about to self-destruct

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Visualize in invisible eyes how I individualize

Critical cries of pitiful skies that rain pain upon the ghetto land

Where the unforgettable dies

Subliminal lies mean a motherfucker never gone make it

If he don’t peep it and keep it in check soon

Womb to the tomb death is in the next room

If a nigga ain’t realizin’ a k’s and tech’s doom

Let’s assume another brother wanna laugh at you

I think he just took a blast at you

You won’t have it you killed him

There go the trigger try to kick it but his niggas coming after you telling

You a stranger must be crazy

To step it to a motherfucker that’s dangerous

Cause it’s a gang of us throwin’ knuckles in the scuffle

If we have two things of bust

It’s cocaine to us and my brains to dust

I represent you up there so I try

Long as I leave my enemy bust vacinity crushed

I don’t really give a fuck if I die

So why lie my people should be glad to survive in the land of the lost it’s a

Plan of the boss leaving motherfuckers dying

With their grandmother’s hand on the cross

So I take a stand when I talk ran instead of walked

To chalk another victory

How you did the caper hid the paper

Breaking other niggas off is a mystery

With the chemicals and drugs all of these criminals and thugs

Just keep comin’ up better watch yourself ain’t no love in the streets in a

Ghetto of a world that’s corrupt

Hook

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