El Niño Del Barrio

(This ranchera voice, we have it here in Popayán today, later on)
(Sometimes they might lend him to us)
(Because without a doubt, he’ll be in the big leagues of music)
(Once again, with you, Luis Alfonso)

Closing my eyes, I started to think
I began to remember my whole past
The night and the vices kept me company
The streets of the ghetto shaped my life

Alone and like a dog, I grew up every day
But suddenly
Everything would change

From the kid from the neighborhood
That kid who fought without a schedule
A thousand days passed on his calendar
The streets of the neighborhood watched him grow

Dreaming and hustling
Little by little, that’s how we’re moving forward
The sack fills up grain by grain
His words and humility made him worth it

Beautiful, beautiful
What can I say, sir?

Years went by, everything got better
But he never forgot to be humble
Looking up at the sky, he thanked life
Because now there’s food on his table

He values the people who deserve it
Because even though he’s big now
He’s grateful

I feel proud to have been born in a humble neighborhood
In a neighborhood of good people
People who, when you look them in the eyes
Transmit nobility, transmit love
With my family on the horizon, my buddies, my ladies in the neighborhood say

The kid from the neighborhood, that kid who fought without a schedule
A thousand days passed on his calendar
The streets of the neighborhood watched him grow

Dreaming and hustling
Little by little, that’s how we’re moving forward
The sack fills up grain by grain
His words and humility made him worth it
The kid from the neighborhood