Mi Niñez Sin Padre

My childhood without a father
Three crowns
In my childhood, there was a stress that
made my blood rush to my feet
I felt what my mother said while trying to keep
the whole family together for seven days until dawn
Maybe the whole issue of knowing my father
was that not seeing him early on made me want to find him on the street
Those who are born are meant to live, that was debated,
and those who don’t, when they grow up, I hope they don’t end it
I feel it’s too late to meet you,
I’m lying if I say I don’t want to see you
I think about all the things from '87
I was 9 years old and still hadn’t seen a toy
They were wishes, like a trip
But since I was little, I always wanted to see the trophy
It was something really ugly, but that’s how it goes
Ending happy in this so I don’t feel low

To me... to me...
the life inspired me, the street baptized me
hatred surprised me, love spoiled me
writing convinced me, the truth satisfied me
working on this paid off, rap vaccinated me
people encouraged me, the public responded
things got messy when jealousy pushed me
The fire ignited, someone got burned
2Pac, who killed him? Biggie, why did he die?
The fire got addicted, went crazy and matured
I kept pushing hard with passion and fury
Some say it’s over, that rap has died
But in Spanish, know this, it just woke up
It just started, and they criticize it, but when they hear my flow
they better shut their mouths, and now look at me
without reggaeton, I’m on top, with a microphone
a man revealed himself

No... at 13, I got into rap,
I started listening to various MCs, I began to study
Public Enemy, Rakim, Cool J, then came Nas, Biggie, and Wu-Tang
They were like encyclopedias, and I learned strategies
I studied their laws, even dressed like them
My mom would scold me, "Don’t dress like a black guy
pull up those jeans, they’re almost dragging on the ground"
But I didn’t want to, I kept with my true rap
A Hispanic dressed like a black guy, all complete
Then came Fat Joe, Weapon, Cypress Hill in Spanish and *******
The Colombian started writing, spitting
Beats here and there, look like this, we’re in this, sing you can believe
And now they’re inspired by me, yeah..