Mi Ciudad (part. Trueno)

Welcome to my land
Welcome
To every street in my city
ALC
Between glass and stones
Is where I find my peace
Buenos Aires
Welcome to my land
My land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stones
Between glass and stones
Is my cradle and my home

Ha, I feel like the king of the city when the lights shine on me
A story on every corner, a mark in every neighborhood
I walk without a schedule, even when the night ends
And my lips don’t say words that don’t rhyme anymore

What do you think? If they don’t have toys, can you imagine?
Discipline, here we’re all cousins and sisters
And they don’t hurt us or cut our path to the top
Let those who want to see Argentina fall get depressed

You, welcome to my city, man
You might run away, maybe, if you heard-, won’t look back
Everyone puts on the boss’s cape
You want to be the headline but don’t even know what stage you’re in

A bus parked in Palermo
Next to it, a kid juggling with his paycheck
Don’t go painting those walls in my neighborhood
Because the faces of my kids in the murals are memories

Ha, of the few things I remember
A kiss for mom, I’m off, I win the Cup and come back
Ha, I’ve got a couple of messes I can’t resolve
But I’m gonna touch the sky for Julián and Pedro, yeah

Welcome to my land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stones
Is where I find my peace
Welcome to my land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stones
Is my cradle and my home

In my city, there’s a lot of cleverness and little joke
Your success and your prize don’t impress us
It’s not a reality show, here reality pressures
More than celebrities, we want to meet real people

We’re just survivors
We bite anyone who comes to take our bread
Any loser thinking too much feels it
We live day by day, even with a thousand plans

Here we don’t dance, here we rap
Here we don’t troll, here we fight
Here there’s no bullshit that smells like diarrhea
We don’t knock on the door, we bang on it

This is land for artists, fakes don’t fit
I’ve always been a juggler, everyone knows it
I stay sharp on every track, even though my voice is deep
Looking for good lyricists? I’ve got the key

Here there are no bullets, no gangs, no bad faces
If you dig deep, you’ll find me, I go deep
Here honor protects us, I have my beloved
Reaching out a hand to those who fall or lose their way

From San Blas to La Boca
From La Florida to Palermo
From Altozano to San Telmo
Buenos Aires, ALC, is our kingdom

Welcome to my land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stones
Is where I find my peace
Welcome to my land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stones
Is my cradle and my home

Yeah
From La Boca to Alicante, bro
Yeah, yeah, welcome to my land
It’s the TR1
With Nach
And man Trueno
From Spain to Argentina, ha
The masters of rhyme