Amor Al Barrio

Much love and respect for the ghetto
Why were they always so sincere, they were here from scratch
That they never put in my passion

To the neighborhood, I wouldn't change it for anything
Not always victories, there were also losses but never under a flag, always firm
Because tonight 821 representative

I've seen witness presence, I've lived
From father and son smoking the joint
Getting lost but that's their destiny
What good is the talk

Life is borrowed, the one above decides
We have the date, little god decides
Just like smoking weed
Just like smoking crack
(X2)

I wouldn't change this life for anything
Few ups and many downs
Stories based on past nonsense
Life is borrowed, the one above decides

I don't want kids to consume
But they see when one smokes it
That the nickels or the pumas go away
I don't think if you guys don't disappear

Many years I have in the game
I think I can but I don't leave it
I alone make myself a fool
With my smoke, I alone burn myself

Crazy life that goes fast
Death comes and doesn't even warn
Many think it caresses
If you leave, it doesn't restart

From the calm life, well, nothing
Greetings to all from my generation
Respect in my neighborhood and on the street
Never for me damn mess

I ask the one above to take care of me and not fail me
More days I gave to my mother
And all the end, final and final
That mother who kills, my father told me

And now they see me as nothing in the street
I walk at full speed, you already know
The child looks at me when he goes out on the street
Life has suddenly changed

And back to normal in all parts
I don't regret that they keep going, so go ahead
From the heart of the fall, I see it abnormal
I live it once, I live it with mother

Now in a place where I want to be
In my neighborhood Los Fresnos, I'm going to stay
I won't change these streets for anything
In my mind, the memories will fade away

In the square with the crew, creating art
Waiting for the night and loading in the street
I was a kid, I can't deny it
90's in Los Fresnos, I can't forget

But all the Fridays are already different
Many comrades no longer feel these
With mother, with all those who are present without lowering the flag

At this point, the park is empty
Forgotten, neglected like an empty lot
I see it and feel a slight chill
Wandering through my memory, I just smile