(Intro – ruhig)
I was nine years old.
Tenía nueve años.
Mama whispered: “Stay inside tonight.”
But outside… bullets wrote their story.
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Verse 1 – Mexico
Sun on tin roofs, dust in my hair,
Barrio alive, but danger in the air.
Mango in my hand, we played till dark,
But masked men cruised back streets – leaving their mark.
“Cuota o plomo,” I heard them say,
Pay your tribute, or bullets come your way.
Dad at the table, shaking, strong,
Mama said softly: “No mires atrás, hijo mío, long.”
Sirens scream, helicopters spin,
Autodefensas block the streets – where do I begin?
Knights Templar claim respect with fear,
In every shadow, danger is near.
I was just a kid, watching grown-ups break,
Seeing courage in my father, for our family’s sake.
Sister whispered: “Tranquilo, hermanito,”
But her voice shook – poquito, poquito.
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Pre-Hook (Flow Switch)
Shots in echo – ta-ta-ta-ta,
Choppers above – la-la-la-la.
Windows closed, lights off, no eyes may see,
How kids learn to survive, silently.
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Hook
Fire & snow – sangre y nieve,
From Michoacán streets to German freeze.
Between fear and hope, I learned to run,
Between “quédate aquí” and “we’re gone.”
Mama praying, papa silent too,
I carry two worlds – dividido y marcado, true.
Fire & snow – I’ll never forget,
Home in my heart – but home was a threat.
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Verse 2 – The Escalation
2014 – chaos at its peak,
Autodefensas in streets, bullets speak.
In Apatzingán, screams pierced the night,
I was just a kid, but I knew the fight.
Neighbors vanished, no words, no trace,
Dust on the streets, fear in every place.
Mama hid papers under her dress,
Por si acaso… – always prepared for stress.
Dad silent, but his silence was loud,
Like a man who built life, but is lost in the crowd.
“No quiero que mis hijos crezcan con miedo,”
I knew right then – we had to go.
Sister held me, whispered brave,
Even as her small hands quietly shook.
I pretended to sleep, heart racing fast,
Childhood disappearing, shadows cast.
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Flow-Part (Faster, More Reims)
Suitcases in darkness, engine hums low,
No goodbyes, just whispers – go, go, go.
Heart beats like bullets, reflections in glass,
Childhood in the rearview – smoke in the pass.
From heat to cold, sun to snow,
From mi tierra querida to “passport please, go.”
Learned a new tongue, never lost my sound,
Two languages, two hearts – grounded and bound.
I’m not a victim, I’m a result of the fight,
Of politics talking, while darkness takes the night.
I carry my scars like medals of steel,
Mexico in blood – Germany my new deal.
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Final Hook – Stronger
Fire & snow – hear the beat?
This ain’t a movie, this is reality.
Mama crying, papa standing tall,
We didn’t just leave – we survived it all.
Fire & snow – I’m standing here,
With accent in my voice and fire in my soul, clear.
CyberVex
