Stop the looting, stop the shooting, pick pocking on the corner.
See as the rich is getting richer, the poorer is getting poorer.
See mi y Maria on the corner thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter, somebody just said "see you later"..

I said a la fella los colores, the streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire, mi cosa la esperanza


Se mira Maria on the corner thinking of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky, hoping of days of paradise.

Maria you know you're my lover
When the wind blows I can feel you
Through the weather and even when we're apart it feels like we're together.

Maria, she reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria Maria, she fell in love in East L.A. to the sounds of the guitar, played by Carlos Santana.