LOS NIÑOS DEL BARIO (part. Recycled J)

For the old lady and the kids from the hood, for the girls too
Grandmas washing clothes and grandkids, hundred-dollar bills
I hustle for my life (I hustle for my life)
Day and night, from corner to corner
If you take care of those you love, you’re a Son of Ruin, amen

For the kids from the hood
Who dream of a better future
With blood on their lips
The park and the plaza, in my heart
No job or salary
Laid out in the street from sunup to sundown
And a rough past
They are the kids from the hood

I, for those who learned the hard way
And those who grew up before their time
For those life didn’t give what they expected
Just for being born in the wrong zone
We were three on a tricked-out bike
Making deals, faces covered
Pregnant girls, monitored freedom
If they ask you, you didn’t see a thing
They know his nickname but not his name
And they cross themselves when an envelope arrives
They dream of gold but sell copper
'Cause God doesn’t exist in poor neighborhoods
For the kids who smoke in the park
And are the living image of what their parents were
But time is relentless
And those kicks will someday hang from the wire

For the kids from the hood
Who dream of a better future
With blood on their lips
The park and the plaza, in my heart
No job or salary
Laid out in the street from sunup to sundown
And a rough past
They are the kids from the hood (he says)

Love, love for my guys and my girl
Hearts with holes like Swiss cheese
We dove headfirst where it covers (knowing that)
The rose that wilts will bloom again
Here the kids go to the failure, not to Fayette
Those who could hit the jackpot, and those who couldn’t hit the wall
I ran like the Cooper test, and I knew
That if the cards are bad, it’s not the croupier’s fault
What about you? Some missed the train
And their cousin said: Don’t worry, I dedicated it to you
Singing about what couldn’t be
Without biting that little hand that fed us
He said: I’ll get you a place, but it was rented
Sharing a room and dreams with Lucifer
I have an angel like Tego, like Thierry Mugler
May God bless this collab and make it bump

For the kids from the hood
Who dream of a better future
With blood on their lips
The park and the plaza, in my heart
No job or salary
Laid out in the street from sunup to sundown
And a rough past
They are the kids from the hood

I never forget where we come from 'cause one day I might return, and
I might have to sell the chain and buy a necklace for this dog life, and
If they see mom cry, let it be from happiness and not from sorrow
Sons of Ruin, nah-nah-nah
Until I die