El Wuero (feat. Uziel Payan)

They were the bad influence in my neighborhood
They were all crazy ones who wanted to stand out
And I clicked in Santa Fe neighborhood
And I started rolling like that
Learning on the street every day

Some frustrated ones threw dirt at me
But it served as a good school for me
Walking with a beer in hand down the street
Improvising rhymes and smoking a joint among ten
Causing stress to my Mother

'Angel, what are you going to do?'
My father always used to tell me
I almost never visited school
It was the streets that educated me

My body got scratched
I carry the ink of my neighborhood up to my neck
My mom, my Saint Judas
And a Christ that looks very serene

Today I am nominated
The street kid has a home
My gallon, my big smile
And a bunch of cholos accompany me

There for them to check the ink that the pen brings
And pure Guanajuato my buddy Angel Quezada
Go for it my buddy Uziel
And pure old Sinaloa, uh

I grew up in Santa Fe, I roamed the streets as a bum
I respect those who helped me stand out
I don't forget how much I struggled
I kept going, I didn't give up
I'm bad with my enemies

Holding on tight, ready to fight
We will stand firm even if it hurts them
Worried at home is my Mother
I keep working because I don't want to go back to poverty

Remembering old times from yesterday
I might fail, I know
An apology to my parents
I remember the corner where I used to hang out
I shook hands with them, then they betrayed me

But time passed
Life is expensive, I come from zero
Loneliness, it's with me
I don't lose friendships for money

I know where I'm going
Greetings to my cousins and my people
With a blunt and a beer
And a bunch of cholos accompany me