Abusos De Autoridad - Haze, Pitingo

Articulo 25.2 de la constitucion española

Las penas privativas de libertad

Y las medidas de seguridad estaran orientadas hacia

La reeducacion y reinsercion social

Asi como al acceso a la cultura

Y al desarrollo integral de su personalidad

Violencia en las carceles, esposado al catre sin colxon

Vuela mi odio como angeles, la prision me huele a sangre, edor

De tanto dolor k provocan golpes, cobardes

Su hijo a muerto por suicidio, no se te ocurre otra escusa

Pa tapar un homicidio?

despues, ojo por ojo y sangre por sangre

Crece la violencia en las carceles

Cargo mi arma de rap como carga de rabia un preso

Su alma k busca libertad, calma

Yo busco dar mas informacion pa el k no kiere mirar patras

Pork impacta, tortura, medidas antisuicidio

Escritura acontece un genocidio, atses sudan

No denuncian la agresion, 3000?

callan el silencio del terror

Cuando el forense reconoce al paciente

Poco despues el abogado consiente visita al cliente y no esta

Decunda a otra ciudad, desaparecen las marcas, otra injusticia mas…

La ley, te jode day a day, la calle te enseña

K pierdas tu fe my friend, chivatos llegan

Posturas vuelan, piden carne, ya no sabes lo k hacer

Fatman y haze gritan porke, tu no lo ves, lo k corrompe el poder

Armate solo el fuerte sobrevive

El caminante hace camino al andar y pasa fatigas

Entre calles mojadas y tristes, farolas le iluminan

Sombras acexan, en bocacalles estrexas

Sientes k alguien mira y notas en el cogote dos flexas

Xaxi, estas solo, tu miedo crece y cadavez encogen

Mas los ombros un cruel dia 13, tu sabes k

En el destino no hay jueces

Te pue tocar a ti sin avises acabas oliendo a muerte

Y enfrente de ti, aparecen luces en un cruze en alivio

Sur k cruzo mi puerta, deja atras las cruces

Un intruso mas, eso es lo k eres unicamente

Con la impotencia azte mas fuerte entre empujones e insultos

Salvadores o berdugos, el brillo de la placa, el humo del puro

Es duro, tragar si es crudo, te dices: pasa de ellos

Pero te an visto cara de camello y xulo, no exo na señor agente

Vengo del estudio voy pal kelly

Me espera mi mujer y una cena caliente

Contra la pared yo soy la autoridad y se lo k hacer

Pon las manos el anterior miedo vuelve a crecer, el costao sufre

Hoy tienen ganas de joder estos «bitches», solo es bithces

Un golpe tras otro, insisten

El sabor de la sangre en tu boca sin ningun pork resistes

Piensas, k icistes?

nada, solo andar por la calle

A las tres de la mañana, sin acer parada yo y mi libreta

Iba contento, en mi tema, mis tretas

Pensaba llegar ileso repasando mi letra, y cruje el hueso

Lagrimas, rabia, hoy me llevo a la tumba un ijo puta

De estos ni na ni na, ahi kedo tumbao con la cara ensangrentada

El cuerpo lleno de palos y una mano partia, ou mama

Solo por llevar estas pintas te atacan

El haze y el gordo parten la placa, fuck de police

Only hip hop real el show destaca…

La ley, te jode day a day…

Mil funcionarios de prision matan, muxos abusan

Con orgullo de su placa, corrupcion mafia

En la oscuridad se esconden ratas, un brazo

De la le ataca se vende por plata, kien escapa

Billetes de silencio bocas tapan, jefes de servicio maltratan

Las luces se apagan, gritos de impotencia reclaman

Galerias oscuras exclaman.

Seguid dejando a xavales

Drogaos con sinoganmia alosperidos

Y ahora hablarme de reinsercion

Especial dedicacion a Don francisco el rayban

Y las gitanas, vais a pagar mas carcel k ninguno

Article 25.2 of the Spanish Constitution

Prison sentences

And the security measures will be oriented towards

Reeducation and social reintegration

As well as access to culture

And to the comprehensive development of your personality

Violence in prisons, handcuffed to the cot without colxon

Fly my hate like angels, the prison smells like blood, smell

From so much pain they cause blows, cowards

His son died by suicide, you can't think of another excuse

To cover up a homicide?

later, an eye for an eye and blood for blood

Violence grows in prisons

I load my rap gun like a prisoner rage load

His soul is looking for freedom, calm

I seek to provide more information for him who does not want to look back

Pork shocks, torture, anti-suicide measures

Writing befalls a genocide, atses sudan

They do not report the aggression, 3000?

silence the silence of terror

When the coroner recognizes the patient

Shortly after the lawyer agrees to visit the client and is not

Go to another city, the brands disappear, yet another injustice...

The law fucks you day by day, the street teaches you

K lose your faith my friend, sneaks arrive

Postures fly, they ask for meat, you don't know what to do anymore

Fatman and Haze yell porke, you don't see it, it corrupts the power

Arm yourself only the strong survive

The walker makes the path by walking and experiences fatigue

Between wet and sad streets, streetlights illuminate him

Acexan shadows, in narrow street corners

You feel someone look and you notice two flexas on the neck

Xaxi, you are alone, your fear grows and shrinks

But the shoulders a cruel day 13, you know k

In destiny there are no judges

I can touch you without warning you end up smelling like death

And in front of you, lights appear on a cross in relief

Sur k cross my door, leave the crosses behind

One more intruder, that's what you only want

With impotence you get stronger between shoves and insults

Saviors or executioners, the shine of the plate, the smoke of the cigar

It's hard, swallow if it's raw, you tell yourself: ignore them

But they have seen you face of camel and xulo, no exo na agent Mr.

I come from the studio I go to Kelly

My wife and a hot dinner are waiting for me

Against the wall I am the authority and I know what to do

Put your hands, the previous fear grows again, the costao suffers

Today they want to fuck these "bitches", it's just bithces

One blow after another, they insist

The taste of blood in your mouth without any pork you resist

You think, what did you do?

nothing, just walk down the street

At three in the morning, without me stopping and my notebook

I was happy, in my subject, my tricks

I thought I would arrive unharmed reviewing my handwriting, and the bone creaks

Tears, rage, today I take a son of a bitch to the grave

Of these neither na nor na, there kedo tumbao with a bloody face

The body full of sticks and a split hand, ou mama

Just for wearing these pints they attack you

The haze and the fat man split the plate, police fuck

Only real hip hop the show highlights…

The law fucks you day by day…

A thousand prison officials kill, many abuse

With pride of his badge, mafia corruption

In the dark rats hide, an arm

From the attack he is sold for silver, who escapes

Silence tickets cover mouths, service managers mistreat

The lights go out, cries of helplessness claim

Dark galleries exclaim.

Keep leaving xavales

Get high with synoganmia alosperidos

And now talk to me about reinsertion

Special dedication to Don Francisco el Rayban

And the gypsies, you are going to pay more jail than anyone