Desde

It's black Andy, from Conchalí, from Conchalí
Yeah

Since I was a kid, I've been hermetic, identical to my dad
What I feel, I keep inside and don't tell anyone
I've never been the typical guy, I'm different, a chemical
Just rapping on a mic made me lose my shyness

In front of you waiting for the moment
To see your humanity and the softness of your body
With neighbors and brothers fighting for what's ours
I learned to raise my hand and speak in front of the rest

I wasn't a gangster or a thug
I learned that being poor doesn't mean being ignorant
Real thugs fight for big ideas
There's no thug more thug than a responsible father
And present, we go against the current
The current is what has always come against my people
My rap is a crime and I'm guilty
Of making it strict just like my mother's screams

My rap is a crime and I'm guilty
Of making it strict just like my mother's screams!

I love you, mom, I love you, mom

I just rap with the desire that Andrés plays
Events and gigs came later
We've been in this before the Internet existed
Since rap lives in me
And that's what I fell in love with

Since I was a kid in freestyle circles among the greats
With Lucio, Funky flu confidential on the speaker
Cutting good samples of the cut
My life in North Santiago skating and working odd jobs in Vásquez

Recording with what I had, this poetry
I learned to make beats because no one did it for me
The silly arrogance of those who thought they were many
Made me trust myself and walk with autonomy

It's short
I learned with my buddies from my neighborhood
This way of mastering prose, the form
Of informing without rules
Knowing my name doesn't mean you know me
And knowing my name doesn't mean you know me
Juanita Aguirre is my neighborhood with great pride
(That simple, that short)

Blessed rap, beloved rhyme
You gave me skill and boosted my self-esteem
It wasn't a psychologist, nor did school do it
In front of a microphone
My confidence rose for the first time

Dear rap, blessed beloved rhyme
You gave me skill and boosted my self-esteem
It wasn't a psychologist, nor did school do it
In front of a microphone
My confidence rose for the first time

It left marks
It left marks
It left marks

The '90s are my school
Like Cella Dwellas

99' fa
It's the neighborhood
And there's nothing more
And there's nothing more