Soldados de Barrio

A lot has been said on the streets
About kids clinging to life
Those who got into the game
And now they've even lost their families
They don’t have a good school or a father’s example
Not even a decent coat to keep warm
They feel no remorse, they kill for a few bucks
They're like wannabe terrorists in training
Many call them hitmen
I’d rather call them neighborhood soldiers
They’ve already started down the wrong path
And they know there’s no turning back
The wound isn’t the fault of the stone
The wound is the fault of the one who throws it
They’re little soldiers with blood on their hands
Sometimes they even kill each other
They don’t respect family, it doesn’t matter who they mess with, they follow orders from a respected boss

And this isn’t Sinaloa
This is Mexico City in these times
In the neighborhood, there’s a peculiar story
People are already talking about it
About a kid who at his young age
Has the authority of an army
Forgive me, my father, more than 50 homicides
And I confess I’m not sorry
Respect for the people, life for the innocent
We give death to the enemies
And if I’m alive, it’s not luck
It’s the respect I have from everyone
The numbers keep rising
The cemeteries don’t stop working
You can feel death lurking
Through the streets of the whole city
A piece of advice to the kids, choose your destiny wisely
You wouldn’t want to be a fallen soldier
Life doesn’t come back, use your head
And live life with intelligence
I’m out, I’m saying goodbye
I wrote this song in memory of a friend