Don de Dios

What comes out of my voice today, attacking the microphone,
My eyes have never seen it but the rumor spreads,
From a place within the capital, in Mexico City,
Where impunity, if not bought, is snatched away,
Where the one who kills sings 'but I'm still the king',
And the one who combs his hair walks as in every street law, check it out dude,
There the businessmen don't wear suits or ties,
Pirated discs are sold by the millions
And a thousand thugs rule in the pure alleys,
They listen to my songs before the album is released,
As they see it exclusively for the Tepito neighborhood,
I'm not bothered, I know how things are,
No one can cover the sun with just one finger, maybe López Obrador
Pulls for the top dog, along with the cops, accountants, and bankers

Because money is money, because money is boss like a badass,
Because money is money, because money is narco, pimp,
because money is what any kid from the neighborhood wants to become,
Boss like a badass, because money is money (narco), money (pimp), money

Because those who know me know that since I was twelve I've been a warrior,
No one tells me what life in the neighborhood is like,
I know what prison tastes like,
And the betrayal of a brother,
Once locked up, you see who your true friend is,
This rhyme is dedicated to the real homies,
If you came to visit me, you know you're included,
The guy who turned his back on me, I won't forget that,
Similar to Jorge and Chepo, I've really lived it,
With respect for Tepito, as I live it, I throw it,
Determined to improve, here comes Pomel with the cartel,
Better that I sing to them, than rob them in the street,
Don't miss in the verse my thug language.

Because money is money, because money is boss like a badass,
Because money is money, because money is narco, pimp,
because money is what any kid from the neighborhood wants to become,
Boss like a badass, because money is money (narco), money (pimp), money

Brothers, betrayals, parakeets, stoves, dogs,
Thugs and streets of honors,
In this place nothing is science fiction, everything is simply a gift from God,
Tepito, the neighborhood of neighborhoods, be careful,
There mistakes cost you dearly,
You have to pay for what you do,
Just keep things clear for friendship to last,
Respect is earned,
But it doesn't guarantee you'll wake up tomorrow,
And don't think this is a myth, everything is real,
Everything is done in Tepito