Teksty: Attaque 77. Un Día Perfecto. Héroe.

If you were dead you wouldn't be missed
sometime you wish you did never exist
Shotin' the ghetto how lonely can you get
where is his soul? I don't even know
in any project or ghetto who knows?
no boundaries between hate and love
King of the streets all over town
nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son
created just to hang on.
Dark was the color, deep under his skin
nobody know what is like to be him.
That was the problem he never cared at all
still in the night we hear his gun
always at war fighting the law
I thought is was a deal in the dark
King of the streets all over town
nobody's hero poverty's sacred son
created just to hang on.
So you got busted we know tht's a fact
Is in the papers Tv's and mags it was a payback
for gangsta just like that
back in the hood the people would say
he died fighting police all the way.
Late in the night the secret could be kept