We just sittin around chillin’
not much goin on here.
Just us and a gun,…
Now they took out Carlos, on
Lunes, took him out on fifth,
he didn’t see it coming,
just one slug and he gone.
We heard, they said
“They got Carlos, but you too
late, he already gone”
and then the fire begins,
halfway to Lunes we journey,
the fire never goes out,
it just keeps burning,
killing us in its searing heat.
Once you come in, you can’t
get out. We know that,
yet we still keep grindin.
I can’t believe it’s almost
Lunes again.
And it’s just us, chillin,
thinking, dying.
Not much goin on today
with a gun, and our hearts
heavy, laden with grief.
We will find them,
they will regret the day they
were created.
Carlos, our Carlos,
this is for you, Chico.
Rat tat tat…
It’s too late, it’s over.
The circle continues,
where it is Lunes once
again.
One by one we fall,
all the time,
there is a bullet for each
one of us.
So, do ya feel this?
Lights out.
There is no light.
No sun to nurture the grass
and trees, because we have
no grass and trees at all.
We have concrete,
and pain, that’s all.
We need a miracle,
we need sunlight,
we need green,
it’s like we’re about to bust,
if things don’t change,
we want it, but we run from it.
We feel it, but we don’t understand it.
It’s on our minds, day and night.
Get us out, let us go.
How can we live like this?
Every Lunes, someone else goes.
And it never ends.
The circle just keeps on getting
Bigger and bigger.
Swallowing us in its depths.
We are lost, let us be found.
If we are dead, let us
live again.
So understand this, if you can.
We are inside the circle of Death,
and for some there is no way
out, but to go straight down.
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