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17 Soy un cabrón - Tote King & Shotta (Héroe)

Psalm 109 Belarusian language HOT 2

[Verse]

Brick dust lungs, breath heavy like a war drum

City in my veins, every block where I come from

Cobblestone bruises, the pavement got a sharp tongue

Whispers in the alley, every shadow’s where the sharks run



Steel beams bending, my mind’s an architect

Building castles out of chaos, stacking intellect

Potholes swallowing dreams, the streets collect

Debt unpaid, and the night ain't finished yet



[Chorus]

Concrete pulse, hear it thump in my chest

Concrete pulse, never sleep, never rest

Concrete pulse, where the wild things nest

Concrete pulse, yeah, we’re cursed and blessed



[Verse 2]

Graffiti scriptures, hieroglyphs on the wall

Every tag a manifesto, every can a call

Rats play the pipes, symphony of the crawl

Tales of the underground, echoes in the hall



Dimes in the gutter, dreams flipping on a corner

Moonlight’s the only friend, but even she’s a foreigner

Skyscraper halos, devils dance on the border

City got a hunger, you just feed it with disorder



[Chorus]

Concrete pulse, hear it thump in my chest

Concrete pulse, never sleep, never rest

Concrete pulse, where the wild things nest

Concrete pulse, yeah, we’re cursed and blessed

17 Soy un cabrón - Tote King & Shotta (Héroe)

Juanma González

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