Coro
La prisión encierra su piel

Esta es la historia
De Pedro el roñoso
Siempre lo tuvo todo
Y hoy es todo un mafioso
Nacido en cuna de oro
Donde el dinero no es problema
Y el mayor problema
Es vivir con el dilema
En la cárcel del turista
Y en la Calle Mala Muela
Impresiona con la vista
Formando bien su propia lista
Su padre era un taxista
Su madre una mujer muy lista
De ahí nace esta persona
Que no hay guapo que se le resista

La prisión encierra su piel

No hay quien pueda con el
Aunque todos lo quieren joder
Pero su instinto cruel
Lo lleva a otro nivel
Gracias a Miguel
Latino y de su sangre
Pues ambos tenían hambre
Del lujo y del poder
Pero que se puede hacer
Como un pájaro encerrado
A nadie tienes al lado
Y te falta su mujer
Ya no te puedes comer
Lo que el cuerpo a ti te pide
La nostalgia te persigue
Pensando si ella te sigue
O si ella te ha sido infiel
Coro 2 veces

La prisión encierra su piel

Con un tatuaje en su piel
De una pistola que no dispara
Entregaría sus balas
En un mensaje roñoso
Estando más orgulloso
Que controlando su bando
Ya que pa irse iniciando
A alguien hay que joder

Mañana va a caer
Acida lluvia en tu cuerpo
Lo mismo vivo que muerto
Aqui no para de llover
De que te valió joder
Lo que jodiste en la calle
Y por falla de un detalle
Te dejaran sin comer

La prisión encierra su piel



English Translation:

The prison locks up his skin

This is the story
Of Pedro the Filthy
He always had everything
And today he is a full fledged mafioso
Born from a gold cradle
Where money is not an issue
And the biggest problem
Is to live with the dilemma
At the tourist's jail
And at the bad Molar Street
He impresses with his view
Making his own list
His father was a taxi driver
His mother a very smart woman
From these, this person is born
There is no GUAPO that will resist him

The prison locks up his skin

Nobody can do anything against him
Even though everyone wants to screw him over
But suffers his cruel instinct
He takes it to another level
Thanks to Miguel
Latino and of his blood
Both were hungry
Of luxury and power
But what can he do
Like a locked-up bird
You have no one by your side
And you miss your woman
You can no longer eat
What your body asks you for
Home sickness chases you
Thinking if she follows you
Or if she's been unfaithful to you

The prison locks up his skin

With a tattoo on his skin
Of a pistol that does not shoot
He would deliver his bullets
In a filthy message
Being proudest
Than controlling his band
To be initiated
You have to screw someone over
Tomorrow acid rain will fall
over your body
Same dead as alive
Here it never stops raining
What was the use of screwing over
What you screwed over on the street
And for lack of a detail
They will leave you without your corner
Could you believe
That you had everything in your hands
That filled with maggots
When they let you fall.

The prison locks up his skin