El de La H

I was born in Sonorita
You can tell by my face
With some dirty rags
And my goals on top
Don't walk around with fear
A beating for the light-skinned
I was on the gabacho floor
And it reached even my skin

I left my house
To support my sister
One day I went to Angelina's
With very little hope
I met a guy
Good afternoon, where are you from, kid?
Proudly from La H and looking for work

In a short time of joining
I made my first pull
More than 15 kilos of coke
And the first check arrived
That guy from that morning
Waiting for the guys for their tasks
Lit a cigarette and looked at me
While something was stabbing me
The tears I see on his face
His eyes reflected
The desire to rise up
And never back down

To this day I have no vices
Although he pulls, I move crookedly
Here with me is my sister
And grateful to God
My parents passed on to me
Habits I learned in the neighborhood
Getting high every day
The weed was damaging me
A cloudy day in the morning
I wake up and see my sister
Get up, sis, now you have
What you dreamed of