Yes, it's Can-Zoo
(Where did the conscience go?)

This song is dedicated
To so many puppets whose only interest is
Music that makes the butt move
Even though their minds are
In wheelchairs, a reason that will make them unable
To understand what I will recite
The conscience is gone, fashion governs us
In them, who steal for drugs
In them, opening their legs more
The eternal struggle, discriminating for money
Even though the crap of a miss smells
The same as that of a can collector
I know those who said I'm rude
Would be the ones applauding the most if
I were a foreigner
Like many so-called revolutionaries
Without morals who wouldn't hesitate to dance to
Reggaeton to the national anthem
I feel bad seeing others have everything
While I, who work hard, don't
Have what I believe I deserve
But then I think that while I talk trash
There are children who eat trash and for
That, I thank life

They are puppets in a crystal ball that spins
In the opposite direction to the hands of life
May God curse this era of appearances
And may someone tell me, where did the conscience go?

They are puppets in a crystal ball that spins
In the opposite direction to the hands of life
May God curse this era of appearances
And may someone tell me, where did the conscience go?

Taking refuge in writings, I live and don't breathe peace
No matter how much I avoid conflicts, I gain more enemies
And just for trying to educate listeners
Who unfortunately forgot to be people
It seems my breath is no longer enough
So get up from the chair
Take a step forward and continue
Walking among snakes whose envy
Is nothing but the result of a life full of lies
I will continue distancing myself from those deceptions
And will make my rap the music for hermits and strangers
Who don't pay attention to complaints
Nor to the profane screams of the insane trying to harm us
Today, I am faithful to my principles
I keep my feet in place and don't hesitate to thank
Those who collaborated yesterday to see me grow
And understood that what I write is my reason for being
I understand there are too many barriers
But envy will always be the first
I know with one song, Venezuela won't change
Because the problem is in the thoughts, not the borders

They are puppets in a crystal ball that spins
In the opposite direction to the hands of life
May God curse this era of appearances
And may someone tell me, where did the conscience go?

They are puppets in a crystal ball that spins
In the opposite direction to the hands of life
May God curse this era of appearances
And may someone tell me, where did the conscience go?

Where did the conscience go? I
Where did the conscience go? It's Can-Zoo
Music by Randy Akozta, the indigos
Fist up, fist up

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