Héroe

If you were dead, you wouldn't be missed
Sometimes you wish
You did never exist, shot in 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

Kings of the streets, all over town
Nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son
Create just to hang on

Dark was the color
Deep under his skin, nobody knows what is like to be him
That was the problem, he never cared at all
Still in the night we hear his guns, always at war
Fighting the law, I thought it was a deal in the dark

Kings of the streets, all over town
Nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son
Create just to hang on

So, you got busted, we know that'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

Kings of the streets, all over town
Nobody's hero, poverty's sacred son