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[Verse 1]
Ponce on my chest,
caserío steps,
kids on the block
learning stress too young.
Blue lights crawl slow,
cops with fake smiles,
take what they want
then act like saints.
Mama on the steps
with the folding chair,
counting every name
that don’t come back.
Boys in the corner,
dreams in their socks,
one bad week
turns into a grave.
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who built this?
Who sold this pain?
Who left that badge
in a pool of shame?
We hear the church bell,
we hear the tears,
another young man
disappears.
[Chorus]
Ponce, Ponce, no me sueltes
Ponce, Ponce, still we breathe
Bad man suits and dirty badges
can’t bury what they see
Ponce, Ponce, no me sueltes
Ponce, Ponce, hold the line
We survive the caseríos
one more night at a time
[Verse 2]
Judge got a cousin
in the same old game,
paperwork clean
but the blood don’t fade.
Mayor on TV
with that polished grin,
talking bout peace
while the shells pour in.
Ain’t no hero out here,
just cracked-floor truth,
little kids counting
who made it through.
I seen a brother
with his hands up high,
still they wrote his ending
like a lie.
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who built this?
Who sold this pain?
Who left that badge
in a pool of shame?
We hear the church bell,
we hear the tears,
another young man
disappears.
[Chorus]
Ponce, Ponce, no me sueltes
Ponce, Ponce, still we breathe
Bad man suits and dirty badges
can’t bury what they see
Ponce, Ponce, no me sueltes
Ponce, Ponce, hold the line
We survive the caseríos
one more night at a time
[Bridge]
Ay, mira
the mothers remember names
the walls remember footsteps
the floor keeps every stain
No more easy burial
No more fake report
If you want the truth
come stand in the court
[Chorus]
Ponce, Ponce, no me sueltes
Ponce, Ponce, still we breathe
Bad man suits and dirty badges
can’t bury what they see
Ponce, Ponce, no me sueltes
Ponce, Ponce, hold the line
We survive the caseríos
one more night at a time
Details
GeneratedAug 18, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Latin jazz trap rap with swung congas, muted trumpet riffs, and sliding upright bass under hard 808 knocks; verse rides sparse claves and tense piano stabs, pre-chorus tightens with percussion fills and rising horn lines, chorus opens with sung-rap doubles and gang ad-libs on a chantable hook. Use trumpet reply phrases, vinyl crackle, and brief drum dropouts between lines. Mix is dark, glossy, and street-close with warm brass on top., rap, latin jazz
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Prompt by
raytech
raytechModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Latin jazz trap rap about ponce gang life in the caserios and bad government officials corrupt cops and dying yung men
