Poor lonesome homeboy…

Already passed 20, not knowing my direction in life
Can´t really see myself settling down with my kids and wife
You know the whole package with the car,
house in the suburb, career going far…

My parents just told me, it was time for me to choose
Either go straight with the laws or I might loose
my access to the legal world in the future
but I´m not sure I want part of a world that treats nature
in a big percentage of its population like shit

Don´t mean I´m righteous like Moses, I leave mics split
and empty spraycans at the scene of the crime
Footprints in the snow being the only signs of me and mines
Yo you can catch me in the store
Racking up, putting alarmtags on the floor…

The moral to the story is I got no morals, you finish the story for me?

Promoe, Poor lonesome homeboy

Aquella noche

Aquella noche vio que había menos luz que de costumbre, y eso le reconfortó extrañamente.
Entonces aprovechó para sacar las piedras de su mochila y enterrarlas hondo.
Borró todas las marcas y huellas que había dejado.
Y se marchó sin más.

Aquella noche sintió morir su corazón.