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El B – Pa’l Carajo Lyrics (In English)

Pa’l Carajo/

To Hell With It

A message from the heart to all those who day after day survive the fire on the streets and to the consciousness of all those, who, from within their bubble, judge without ever sitting and thinking about the problem or what they have done to change the situation.

This reality that you confront everyday is yours or is coming. The hood is represented with pride and is a slave of the dream to survive. Money moves the world and it crushes those who don’t believe in the idea that you gotta do what you gotta do to move past a mediocre life.

The streets don’t lose their focus or problems, same drama, same trauma, nothing changes the outlook.

Like a reflection in the mirror, few get far, every day we see fewer people dying old.

 

Dysfunctional home, lost peace, who has your back on the street, the gang is your family. The wars don’t end, politicians control the world, yet here we die to control a corner.

 

There is no stop, it is easy to judge from afar. The truth is, a kilo and a glok cost less than a career.

Fast money, all taken care of, Biggie says “Mo money, mo problems” OK welcome.

 

Sacrifice and bad habits, Society is business, to successful men the price doesn’t matter.

Life or liberty, times are tough, flowers for the dead and respect for those who bide their time in silence.

 

And this is the madhouse that we live in, where living costs too much and life is worth too little.

The shit, the tainted blood and bad looks, those who lack virtue need to exist so that you can feel clean.

 

Chorus

The routine continues, you gotta roll the dice, Without fear put your hand in the fire, This is our reality, This is our rule, Nothing easy, gotta hustle thru life.

Down the social ladder, it’s an ugly trip working your way up from the bottom.

A lot of fingers pointing at you, yet no hands to help you; back to the street, to the hustle, and TO HELL WITH IT.

 

The dreams of the people in the hood are the same regardless of where you live, there is no time to change the world, you have to change your life, look for a way out of this imperfect place, sometimes the wrong path leads you to the right spot.

 

Street legends, their path is the example, As history is told, the bodies lay on the sidewalk. The fence tightens, our environment is violent, Kill or be killed, Eat or you are eaten.

 

The hit man is ready to work, his hand is guided by the devil, yet he asks God that he doesn’t fail.

With no other option and mouths to feed, he carries on his consciousness all the guilt that he must.

 

Live blind, deaf and mute my brother, in court or on the street, all you say will be used against you, don’t break the rule, War won’t fix the problems my brother, They lock the leader away and the one that escapes will bury you like a snitch.

 

No one trusts, not even in their own shadows, the law lies, police don’t sell themselves, yet they are easily bought, based on your status or the color of your skin, they treat you like a rat, while the planet is strangled by the knot of a tie.

 

A witch hunt, open your eyes to reality before one day the truth explodes your bubble.

Survival, no love for your neighbor, brother, basic instincts, human nature.

 

 

Chorus

The routine continues, you gotta roll the dice, Without fear put your hand in the fire, This is our reality, This is our rule, Nothing easy, gotta hustle thru life.

 

Down the social ladder, it’s an ugly trip working your way up from the bottom.

A lot of fingers pointing at you, yet no hands to help you, back to the street, to the hustle, and TO HELL WITH IT.