Ya No Hay - Cultura Profética, Los Cafres

Voy a empezar a comunicar lo que en tu boca esta

Parace promediar en la gente amargura y dolor

Y es que ya no hay!

verguenza no hay

Ya no queda vergüenza solo impunidad

Y ya no hay, respeto no hay mas

Palabras tan huecas imposible es llenarlas

Mensajes con doble sentido

Tratando de confundirnos

Siguiendo la ruta del juego

Juego de opresión sin posible salida

Carne de cañón en esta imperio mano de obra barata

Nunca se queja, facil se aplasta

El que no llora no mama

Y como sigue este cuento sr.

presidente

Es Ud. solo una marioneta o también es director

Y donde el amor por lo tuyo

Por favor para de entregar ya no queda mucho

Y solo le digo que no se equivoque Sr

Esta pisando un jardín que Ud. no sembró

Por mas que busque y busque ya no hay

Entre tanta basura, nada puedo encontrar

Nada sólidamente puro que me de una esperanza

Es que hay tanta tanta tanta tanta bosta

Todos los criminales se pasan la posta

Sin detenerse ni un segundo a pensar

Sin detenserse ni un segundo a bacilar

Cuantas familias están por arruinar

Pero como creer como no dudar

Ejemplos sobran para desconfiar

Si pudiéramos elegir solo por su conciencia

Y no tuviéramos que soportar esta sucia decadencia

Mmh no creo que alcance la paciencia

Es que siempre llega mas que tarde la ciencia

I'm going to start communicating what's in your mouth

It seems to average bitterness and pain in people

And there is no more!

shame there is no

There is no longer any shame, only impunity

And there is no more, respect there is no more

Words so hollow it is impossible to fill them

double meaning messages

trying to confuse us

Following the game path

Game of oppression with no way out

Cannon fodder in this cheap labor empire

He never complains, he easily crushes

He who does not cry does not breastfeed

And how does this story continue, Mr.

President

Are you just a puppet or are you also a director

And where the love for what is yours

Please stop delivering there is not much left

And I'm just telling you don't make a mistake Mr.

You are stepping on a garden that you did not plant

As much as I search and search there is no longer

Among so much garbage, I can't find anything

Nothing solidly pure that gives me a hope

It's just that there is so much so much shit

All criminals pass the baton

Without stopping for a second to think

Without stopping for a second to bacillate

How many families are about to ruin

But how to believe how not to doubt

There are plenty of examples to distrust

If we could choose only for your conscience

And we didn't have to put up with this dirty decay

Mmh I don't think I'll reach patience

It is that science always arrives more than late