Revelaciones de Un Cholo

From the corridos, my people, it's called: The revelations of a cholo
We send it with pleasure and it goes something like this, ok
Just little apples, hell yeah!

It's true that death brings fear
But that must be understood, and
It lets you be at peace

Since I was a kid I was raised in the ghetto
A drugged father, seeing him, I couldn't
Sleep in peace

Three-thirty and I went to the kitchen
I remember there was no food
And the neighborhood kind of brotherhood

And it started to reveal
Didn't want to study anymore
Started working

And started to get into trouble
So well representing
They'll see him in black

Signs on the hands, it's the logo of my neighborhood
Those who offended me, few live to tell the tale
We walk in black, pants sagging
There are several of us

The car's bass is booming
The Lincoln on 26, cruising the streets
Cutex is the key, today they see them circulating
Thug mode

Tell me, what do you think of life?
If the streets are your life
And you want to prosper

4:20 Cannabis activated
Remembering my life
Behind bars I ended up

Erudino and you are my family
And Noé is up there
We truly miss him

And one more blessing
My daughter in reality
She could ease my burden

And the hatred is gone
For I have maturity
Cool head, that's better

Gaspar is my homie, 100% with my clique
Stripes on the body that now identify me
My goals achieved through efforts of my days
That's life

Signs on the hands, it's the logo of my neighborhood
Those who offended me, few live to tell the tale
We walk in black, pants sagging
There are several of us