Translation of the song lyrics Ilegales - Dyablo, Mentes Criminales

Ilegales (original)

El Profeta, con “Mentes Criminalesâ€
PARA mi gente ilegal
¿Que es lo que te hace a ti seR ún mejor que yo?
Una tarjeta verde un PASAPORTE, no se yo'
Sigo siendo ilegal, mente de criminal
Y seguiré siendo un azteca siempre original
-porque yo represento a mi cultura y mis raíces
Es mi color oscuro es el orgullo de el que dices
Cruzando líneas absurdas llegado a otros países
Personas que quedan en el intento historias tristes
Ellos lo arriesgan todo por cambiar su situación
Y a veces no hay salida solo desesperación
Entre la confusión y con la emigración
Una amnistía se convierte en su única ilusión
Nunca te dejes que nadie te humille y abajo te mires
Pues todos venimos del mismo lugar
No puedes juzgar, no puedes parar
Lo que mi destino me tiene no puede cambiar
Ni puede salvar
Las vidas de aquellos que tratan cruzar desiertos
Y infiernos
Aquellos llegar
Y así continuar, sus sueños lograr
Y así comenzar con una nueva vida
Por que tu sabes que la muerte siempre se termina
Por eso vivo yo la vida, y día a día
Le pido a Dios que me proteja y que me bendiga
La-sangre se derrama cuando el sueño no se alcanza
Poniéndonos barreras discriminando a la raza
La situación, opresión y las leyes sin razón
Es pura depresión que nos lleva a la perdición
(Pelon)
Discriminación habido siempre en el país
Y esta gente no a cambiado siempre son así
La gente dice que nosotros estamos invadiendo
Este terreno es el terreno, siempre a sido nuestro
Te hacen menos porque piensan que no eres nada
Y pa’l trabajo pesado son una cagada
Te discriminan nada más porque eres piel morena
El que trabajes horas extra esa es tu condena
Te ago música cabrona y sigo de ilegal
Y el desmadre con mi raza nunca va a parar
Y una amnistía tampoco no la quieren dar
Y es que no pueden con nosotros ni nos detendrán
(Flaco)
Encabronado aquí estoy
Muchos han hablado criticado, discriminado y humillado al mexicano
Ya no aguanto
Estoy arto, reflecciono aquí en mi cuarto
Veo el retrato de mis ancestros
Me respaldo vivo luchando
Como Hidalgo pago un pacto y me destaco
Y como malandro paro y salgo
Si es necesario yo te atrapo
Para que veas, para que aprendas
Y no te caiga de sorpresa
Ilegales o legales representan con firmeza
La sangre es sagrada y mas la mexicana
No importa lo que hagas
La vida se te acaba
La -sangre se derrama
Día con día se van las almas
La muerte no me escama
Porque amenazas no me faltan
Pase lo que pase
Yo no paro de este jale
Ese, ya lo sabes porque a “Flaco†le vale madre
La-sangre se derrama cuando el sueño no se alcanza
Poniéndonos barreras discriminando a la raza
La situación opresión y las leyes sin razón
Es pura depresión que nos lleva a la perdición
(Demonio)
Derramo sangre 'f**kers' sentimientos
Guacha el dolor que me castiga
Yo nunca estoy contento
Si ve' la lágrimas caer goteando en el concreto
Quito una vida sin temor, Ese, y no me arrepiento
Por eso atento a las letras del abecedario
Soy criticado por la gente
Por que escribí un diario
Hablo de sangre, porque sangre corre por mis venas
En las escenas, las docenas, la envidia te quema
Por eso fumo y quemo mota, marihuana a diario
Para matar todo el dolor que me castiga a diario
Sin mi morrita, mi niñita que es mi corazón
Eso es mi inspiración para sobrevir' en esta prisión
Con la pasión agarro un cuete se la cerrajeo
La necesidad es más cabrona
Aquí todo lo que debo
Ahí que pagar las deudas caras a mis camaradas
'I' appreciate' todos los paros que me hicieron falta
I thank my homies for the back up in this
Cus they’re involved in my shit
Now if it wasn’t for my 'perros'
Then I wouldn’t be shit
I want to let them busters know we 'locotes' for ever
Trying to come up in this game by slang’n the sticky 'loquera'
So if you’re looking for 'la guerra'
Don’t get to close I’m out to clog this shit
Just watch HOW IS DONE
I’m rappin guns, you’re rappin color pens
Here to represent again
So f**k the ones who copy
You never even choke or smoke
But ???
It’s a hobby
Reconoces de lo que pasa
Simón, 'homie' pura raza
Latinos, 'ilegales' is up in this f**king 'casa'
La sangre se derrama cuando el sueño no se alcanza
Poniéndonos barreras discriminando a la raza
La situación opresión y las leyes sin razón
Es pura depresión que nos lleva a la perdición

(translation)

The Prophet, with “Criminal Mindsâ€
FOR my illegal people
What is it that makes you even better than me?
A green card, a PASSPORT, I don't know
I'm still illegal, criminal mind
And I will continue to be an always original Aztec
-because I represent my culture and my roots
It is my dark color is the pride of which you say
Crossing absurd lines reached other countries
People left trying sad stories
They risk everything to change their situation
And sometimes there is no way out only despair
Between the confusion and with emigration
An amnesty becomes his only illusion
Never let anyone humiliate you and look down on you
Well we all come from the same place
You can't judge, you can't stop
What my destiny has me can not change
nor can save
The lives of those who try to cross deserts
and hells
those arrive
And so continue, your dreams achieve
And thus begin with a new life
Because you know that death always ends
That's why I live life, and day by day
I ask God to protect me and bless me
The-blood is spilled when the dream is not reached
Putting up barriers discriminating against race
The situation, oppression and laws without reason
It's pure depression that leads us to doom
(Hairless)
There has always been discrimination in the country
And these people have not changed, they are always like this
People say that we are invading
This ground is the ground, it has always been ours
They put you down because they think you are nothing
And for heavy work they are shit
They discriminate against you just because you are brown skin
The fact that you work overtime that is your sentence
I make you fucking music and I'm still illegal
And the rampage with my race will never stop
And they don't want to give an amnesty either
And it is that they cannot with us nor will they stop us
(Thin)
pissed off here i am
Many have spoken criticized, discriminated against and humiliated the Mexican
I can't take it anymore
I'm fed up, I reflect here in my room
I see the portrait of my ancestors
I support myself, I live fighting
As Hidalgo I pay a pact and I stand out
And like a thug I stop and go out
If necessary, I'll catch you
For you to see, for you to learn
And don't fall for surprise
Illegal or legal firmly represent
The blood is sacred and more the Mexican
It does not matter what you do
Your life is running out
The -blood is spilled
Day by day the souls leave
Death does not scale me
because I don't lack threats
Whatever happens
I do not stop this pull
That one, you already know because "Flaco" is worth a mother
The-blood is spilled when the dream is not reached
Putting up barriers discriminating against race
The situation oppression and laws without reason
It's pure depression that leads us to doom
(Devil)
I shed blood 'f**kers' feelings
Guacha the pain that punishes me
I am never happy
If you see' the tears fall dripping on the concrete
I take a life without fear, Ese, and I have no regrets
That's why pay attention to the letters of the alphabet
I am criticized by people
Why did I write a diary?
I speak of blood, because blood runs through my veins
In the scenes, the dozens, envy burns you
That's why I smoke and burn weed, marijuana daily
To kill all the pain that punishes me daily
Without my little girl, my little girl who is my heart
That is my inspiration to survive' in this prison
With passion I grab a cuete I lock it
The need is more bastard
Here all I owe
There to pay the expensive debts to my comrades
'I' appreciate' all the stops I needed
I thank my homies for the back up in this
Cus they're involved in my shit
Now if it wasn't for my 'dogs'
Then I wouldn't be shit
I want to let them busters know we 'locotes' for ever
Trying to come up in this game by slang'n the sticky 'loquera'
So if you're looking for 'the war'
Don't get to close I'm out to clog this shit
Just watch HOW IS DONE
I'm rappin guns, you're rappin color pens
Here to represent again
So f**k the ones who copy
You never even choke or smoke
but ???
It's a hobby
You recognize what is happening
Simon, 'homie' purebred
Latinos, 'illegals' is up in this f**king 'house'
Blood is shed when the dream falls short
Putting up barriers discriminating against race
The situation oppression and laws without reason
It's pure depression that leads us to doom