Ghetto Psalms

Intro

Yeah. Look around you. 2022 and the streets are still speaking the same language of pain.

Listen.

coro

Confusion rises, ghetto smoke blinding the view,

Cost of living goes up, dignity drops like rent overdue.

The past? A cold-blooded memory freezing your skin,

Leaving you static, stuck, trapped in what could’ve been.

You see the guy on the stage, you see the clone that sings,

But you ignore the man and the rage his throat brings.

Let’s make a bet with the devil and his quiet grace:

What rots first, your youth or your soul in this place?

I walk through the block, catch myself on every block,

Broken versions of me, bleeding out from the shock.

I look at every past "me", I don’t push them away,

I wipe their nose, hug them tight, got nothing to say.

I tell 'em: "Homie, lift your eyes from the mud,

The pain is just the intro, the sweat and the blood.

Look at the pavement, kid, that’s where we started the flow,

But what matters is the chorus that we write as we go".

Puente

You’re at the part of the track where the beat breaks...

Yeah, right where the world hides and shakes.

But it’s right in the silence where the best bar drops,

Don't let the noise from the outside tell you it stops.

Don't mute your own track for what they whisper about,

Go all out... drown the venom out.

Verso 2

The world screams lies, selling its market and rules,

'Cause they’re terrified my hands touch what's sacred to fools.

I dug deep down, looking for roots in the clay,

Asphalt cracks, yellow-striped lines where we play.

Walking the streets that saw me die and get born,

Where blood is the price for a life that’s been torn.

DANGER on my chest. To be or not to be. That's my name.

(puente)

My empire, my fire, my sea, it all fits in the frame... and everything that went down in flames.

Why? 'Cause this madman couldn’t stop dancing...

...or singing.

Nobody loses here, brother, remember that:

Only the coward loses, leaving a life half-lived behind.

But I look at the sky and the view is just grim...

Why don’t you do something, God? Is your light getting dim?

Why don't you see us? Why don't you feel our strain?

Leaving us praying through our teeth, innocent faith in vain.

You look like a sculptor who forgot his own clay,

While man writhes on the curb, rotting away,

Like a slug getting salted, burning the skin...

An absent creator watching his own fort from within.

pre-puente

I'm the rapper! I'm the man! I'm the freak on the tracks!

The peak of live rock where the light fades to black!

That rock where the white dove wanted to perch and fly,

Before crashing in the sand, left there to die!

(puente)

Now I run! Deadly missile on the run!

Piercing the endless cold night till it's done!

Running till the heart can't take it and bursts wide open,

Right there, where the horizon shows what was broken!

Painted on the edge of the sky, right on the line,

Where my shattered memory can no longer align!

I sing with claws, I sing with teeth to the storm,

Claiming the moments that are bound to take form!

Outro

Claws and teeth...

The future is ours, even if it’s torn apart.

Danger Fury.