Bandidos (part. Eme MalaFe)

Yo, José Luis, thanks a lot for everything
'Cause we were born to tell the stories out there
To share the tales from the streets
To always hear the voice from this side, the voice of the hood

'Cause I'm an outlaw
For the bullets I carry to defend myself from enemies
For the mother crying for her son in jail, for those who are gone
Lord, I never asked for this
But we were born outlaws, we were born outlaws

Stuck in the hood, dreaming of getting my family out of the streets
Even if all I have is my neighborhood
I want my people to stop dying in the hood
C-Kan said, we’re from the hood
And proudly, that’s where we grew up
For those who’ve passed and those who never left
Also for those who left and forgot about it
I hope life doesn’t send them back
I hope all those still locked up come back
Also those who crossed the border for more cash
If you don’t know about that, then you can’t judge it
Once you’re born into this, you can’t leave the outlaw life
For my protest songs
'Cause if they offend me, violence is my answer
The cops suck, they’ll kill me if I’m not careful
Just 'cause of how I look, they say I’m an outlaw

'Cause I'm an outlaw
For the bullets I carry to defend myself from enemies
For the mother crying for her son in jail, for those who are gone
Lord, I never asked for this
But we were born outlaws, we were born outlaws (tell 'em)

'Cause I was born an outlaw, proud of my roots
If I’m born again, baptize me right there
No matter how far I go or if I step into other countries
Take me back to my hood, 'cause that’s where I became me
Next to hustlers, street vendors
Kids who said: I wanna be a boxer when I grow up
In Opacón it was the same, there they talk to me about jail
You who are living the dream, come on, don’t waste it
The bosses call me: How’s it going? What do you need?
Send a shoutout to my kid, tell him to keep pushing
Remember, kid, this side’s got your back
And show 'em, man, that an outlaw can sing too
I’ll keep raising my voice for my hood that gave me everything
My people, I owe you everything, my street, I owe you everything
I’ll keep pushing hard for the day it all ends
Say it with pride, Martincito, what you are

'Cause I'm an outlaw
For the bullets I carry to defend myself from enemies
For the mother crying for her son in jail, for those who are gone
Lord, I never asked for this
But we were born outlaws (we were born outlaws)
We were born outlaws (we were born outlaws)