En el fogon (en inglés)

En el fogon
Late afternoon, I kick
to the lot where the kids stop
high Rachada
we kill
Amanecemos with red eyes
Because I spend
no one understands
why in the neighborhood
I said the people,
what they do not know is that my pain
I kill only to drugs and alcohol

In Foogoon
Matamoros us with the kids
for a while
live only for your love
and I pray to god
give me a hand
and rescue me from this hell
that I live by it
In Foogoon
Matamoros us with the kids
for a while
live only for your love
and I pray to god
give me a hand
and rescue me from this hell
that I live by it
that I live by it ....