Thieves

Shit, the thieves are really laughing, those bastards are luckier than us, because, over time, they form their gang and remove themselves from this life and since they are no longer the fools of before, they put a knife into the old man if he insists on teasing them. So who stops the fight? They leave and nothing happened, but most of them leave quickly and go to jail to distribute their asses to the prisoners. There the lice eat him alive. Shit man, I don't know if we could live better in hell.

And they ask us how we work? Well, I'll tell you from seven in the morning and we're out starting a new day, the old Calzón ... before we leave, she gives us a breakfast like for dogs, a little water and a stale bread, sometimes she just sends us to work. From then on we have to see it alone and we cannot spend the money as well as if you were rich, why if we do not complete the daily money they can beat us or even kill us with so much blow.

Early in the morning we are inside the first bus that crosses our path. We go up and after the presentation that we do every day:

-Ladies and gentlemen, we have come to sing you a few songs, that is how we earn an honest living, Without stealing on the street corners and with the first song that says like this ...

We start singing some shitty song that excites people and they talk about their hearts so that we can gather the money the old man wants.

Even the songs control the shit of old Rolando. He says that we cannot sing anything we like, but we have to move people's hearts so that they can pay.

With this trick, the wretch sends us out without shoes and with our asses in the air because our clothes are so torn. On top of that we eat shit. How I envy those boys who walk through the streets with their clean school uniform and have a little house where they eat every day and sleep, how lucky those imbeciles are.

They have their parents and they can walk quietly without a snitch hidden in some old car controlling your earnings as if you were their pack animal. Life sucks.

After singing a few songs, the youngest, who has to put together the Show by moving his ass like a whore, is in charge of asking for the coins. How you see it, the more shit is our life, people feel sorry for them and give them the coins that we have to keep for the old men and their wife. From there we continue with our route. Mine for example is from Conde Villa a la esquica, the rich "Parada". Throughout the day we go up and down singing stupid things, the same singers who earn money, the difference is that we are tired of singing and not living well.