Mama, mama, mama
Hey, mama

Sorry mama but I had to kill him at the highway exit
At the wheel of his destiny he started to pray, hoping that God would listen
He begged me, but I smoked him, now everyone has their own path
He begged me, but I smoked him, mama put him in the hold

Everyone talks about it but he shoots in the air
How many have titanium balls to hold the iron
I just took a human life
Ra-ta-ta-ta-tah in the abdomen
Mama I don't even tremble
I'll probably end up in the same case
Cocaine in the body, I had to help myself loaded braaaa
I have the sound that resonates

Sorry mama but I had to kill him at the highway exit
At the wheel of his destiny he started to pray, hoping that God would listen
He begged me, but I smoked him, now everyone has their own path
He begged me, but I smoked him, mama put him in the hold

In the hold, in the hold (mama, mama, mama, mama)

Here mama the mentalities are in a dead end
For the settlements of account we do not call the police
It's the ghetto (it's the ghetto)
The news broadcasts the shootings and the big raids in the hot neighborhoods
We all live the same since little crammed in public housing
There are schoolchildren, straight people and internal business
The sirens, the system, the, the middle class
Money brings problems, let, let
I finish mama, today's youth are not the same as in your time
The feelings, the behavior are not the same, it's real
I'm going to end up in the hole, ten years in the mouth
Mama you did your role as a mother well but outside it's war don't ask me why

Sorry mama but I had to kill him at the highway exit
At the wheel of his destiny he started to pray, hoping that God would listen
He begged me, but I smoked him, now everyone has their own path
He begged me, but I smoked him, mama put him in the hold

You know that it's only the body that we bury
My soul was taken by God sealed
Two years that you're locked up, your cell I haunted
My face on the walls in poster
Between friend, me pilot, you co-pilot
I still remember Holland and the coffee shops
In the shit, in the moments of joy, you were my associate, nothing to lose
Why did you do that, I don't understand, explain to me?
You're going to join me you'll see
Son of a bitch I'm in the valley of death, you're just a fucker, burn
You and all the guys who are on this set up
I'm going to haunt you, haunt you the anguish is going to take you down, whole
Every day that comes, every week
Every year your pain, I'm going to rot it promised you'll have company
She called you my son, my mama, don't turn around, look at me
I'm not the devil, yesterday I was a man
Yesterday I was a man (Mama, mama, mama, mama)

Two friends, two brothers
Tragic story linked by a pact
Is it fiction or reality?
In recent years, many young people have left us
Carried away by Kalash bullets
Leaving behind
The broken heart of inconsolable families
And the tears of this mother that nothing will be able to relieve
Lower the weapons, cease fire
A lot of deaths stain the sidewalks of our cities
A banal story for some
A solution for others
And a scoop that dirties the guilty homes of their children's drift
Lower the weapons, cease fire
A lot of deaths stain the sidewalks of our cities

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