(Intro – düsterer Trap-Beat)
2014, just a kid, nine years old,
Mi familia huyendo del dolor, mundo tan frío y cold.
Mama, Papa, hermana – we left it all behind,
New country, new language, shadow on my mind.
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Verse 1 – Arrival & Struggle
First day at school, no words to speak,
Kids laughed at my accent, life felt weak.
“Why are you here? Speak English, or else…”
“¿Por qué llegaste aquí?” – fear in every pulse.
Hallways like jungles, every glance a fight,
Teachers blind, no one saw my fright.
Got pushed, got hit, felt small in the crowd,
But something inside me whispered, “Stand up, be proud.”
By seventh grade, I learned to defend,
Aquí soy alguien – respect I had to bend.
Fists and words, eyes that don’t fold,
Street lessons taught me, life ain’t sold.
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Hook – bilingual & punchy
Fire & streets, Fuego y Calles,
I fought my way up, breaking all the walls.
Respect se gana, no viene gratis,
Every scar I carry speaks, that’s my status.
From zero to boss, en mi propio cartel,
Life taught me fast – survive or go to hell.
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Verse 2 – Power & Danger
Late nights, first taste of weed,
Cigarettes in hand, streets became my creed.
“Aquí mando yo” – I ruled my own space,
Kids who once mocked me – now gave me face.
Lessons hard, streets never lie,
Learned to watch, to fight, and never cry.
Carving my path, from pain to control,
Every fight, every risk, shaping my soul.
Teachers saw chaos, but I saw my rise,
Every step I took – eyes on the prize.
School was a battlefield, I made my name,
Niño de la calle, surviving the game.
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Bridge – Reflection
Mama whispered: “Hijo, sé fuerte, pero no pierdas tu corazón,”
Stay strong, keep your heart – I kept it on.
Papa nodded, sister stood right there,
Life shaped me tough, learned to beware.
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Final Hook – Anthem
Fire & streets, Fuego y Calles,
I fought my way up, breaking all the walls.
Respect se gana, no viene gratis,
Every scar I carry speaks, that’s my status.
From zero to boss, en mi propio cartel,
Life taught me fast – survive or go to hell