(Verse 1) I was raised where the sun don't shine past the alley, Tíos with the .38 tucked in the caddy, Mama said “Reza mijo, life gets savage,” Now I spit bars that could split your baggage. Never had a halo, just a pair of hands, Built from the pain like I’m pouring cement, Mi alma es fuego, corazón de plomo, Writing these verses like I'm dodging the romo. They want me to fold, but I bend the steel, Mind like a blade, emotions I conceal, Niño del barrio with a militant will, Turn pain to a profit and the hurt I distill. --- (Hook) Sombras del barrio, echo through the night, Fuego in my heart, but my soul stay ice, Running through the dark with the ghosts in sight, Say a prayer for the lost, ‘cause we still gon’ fight. ¡Sombras! — donde el miedo respira, La vida nos golpea pero nadie se rinde, From the dirt to the sky, watch the phoenix rise, Yo camino entre sombras, con el fuego en mis lines. --- (Verse 2) Look— I don’t need no cosign, I came from the mud, Flow like tequila, burn with the thud, They talk that trap, but they never seen blood, Only cartel I knew was survival and love. My tío did time for a kilo in his trunk, Now I drop rhymes that could body a punk, Straight from the gutter, where the prayers got weight, And your worth’s in the scars that you carry, not fate. La calle me enseñó—watch your back and your words, Snakes come in silence, dressed like birds, So I spit like Em with a border-cross pace, Every line's like a chase in a high-stakes place. --- (Verse 3) They said “mijo, the world don’t wait for the weak,” So I laced up pain like cleats on my feet, Lessons in loss, had to learn from defeat, Now I write scriptures with a razor in the beat. Tattooed truth in the skin of my chest, A cross and a scar where I laid my regrets, Every breath I take got a price in pesos, But I pay with my past—Dios sabe, no hay rezos. Now I’m ghostin' through lanes that once held my fear, Turned my trauma to ink, every line sincere, One shot left, but I aim with grace, And if death catch me slippin', I’ma smile in its face. --- (Outro Hook - stripped down, emotional) Sombras del barrio, walkin’ through flame, Carry all the pain, but I don’t feel shame, Raised by the night, now I glow in the dark, Every wound that I got is a piece of my art. ¡Sombras! — con orgullo y dolor, De las calles nací, soy el hijo del sol, From the ashes I came, now I rise, no disguise, This is blood, this is truth — this is fight in my eyes. ---

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