Feria Es Feria

What comes out of my mouth today attacking the mic
My eyes have never seen it, but the rumor's going around
Of a place in the capital, in Mexico City, man
Where impunity, if not bought, is taken by force
Where the killer sings, but I’m still the king
The one who styles his hair walks like it’s the law, bro
All the business folks don’t wear suits or ties
Pirated records sell by the millions
And a thousand thugs roll in the back alleys
They hear my songs before the album drops
Like they see it first for the Tepito hood
Honestly, I’m not bummed, I know how it goes
No one can cover the sun with just one finger
Maybe López Obrador’s pulling for the big guy
Along with the cops, accountants, and bankers

(Chorus)
Fair is fair, fair is fair, damn it
Fair is fair, fair is a drug lord’s game
Fair is what any kid from the hood wants to be
Damn right, fair is fair, drug lord’s game, fair, fair...

'Cause those who know me know I’ve been a warrior since I was twelve
No one tells me what life in the hood is like
I know what prison tastes like and the betrayal of a brother
Once you’re locked up, you see who your real homie is
This rhyme’s dedicated to the real homies
If you came to visit me, you know you’re included
That dude who gave me the runaround, I’ll never forget
Like Jorge Chepo, man, I’ve lived it
With respect to Tepito, I live it, I spit it
Determined to rise up, Pomel’s coming with the Cartel
Better that I sing to them than get robbed on the street
You don’t catch my slang in the verse, my thug language

(Chorus)
Fair is fair, fair is fair, damn it
Fair is fair, fair is a drug lord’s game
Fair is what any kid from the hood wants to be
Damn right, fair is fair, drug lord’s game, fair, fair...

Brothers, betrayals, drugs, fires, dogs
Thugs and streets of honor
In this place, nothing’s science fiction
It’s simply all a gift from God
Tepito, the hood of hoods, be careful
Mistakes here can cost you dearly
Whoever does wrong has to pay
Clear accounts so friendship lasts
Respect is earned
But it doesn’t guarantee you’ll wake up tomorrow
And don’t think this is a myth
Everything’s real, everything’s made in Tepito

(Chorus)
Fair is fair, fair is fair, damn it
Fair is fair, fair is a drug lord’s game
Fair is what any kid from the hood wants to be
Damn right, fair is fair, drug lord’s game, fair, fair...