Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song De la Calle Soy, artist - Rakim & Ken-Y. Album song Masterpiece: Nuestra Obra Maestra, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Pina
Song language: Spanish
De la Calle Soy(original) |
Todos los dias le pido al Señor, |
Q me vigile bien por donde voy, |
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición, |
O mi bendicion, |
O mi perdicion, |
De la calle soy, |
De la calle soy, |
Pa la calle voy, |
De la calle soy. |
En la guerra de la calle, |
Voy sobreviviendo, |
Muchas cosas raras viendo, |
Pero te lo juro este es el infierno, |
Esta es la escuela donde tuve que aprender, |
No hay amigos, |
No hay panas, |
Aquí en nadie se puede creer, |
Donde la mano derecha corta la izquierda, |
Donde si fantasmea no se come mielda, |
Donde los tiros son el pan de cada dia, |
Y hasta una gata se presta para hacer la fechoria, |
Tengo los cangris disfrazaos en cada esquina, |
Si t veo nebuloso no te voy a dar ni cosquillas, |
Estas son reglas, no es cosa de la babilla, |
Y si no te identificas mi combete a ti te pilla. |
Todos los dias le pido al Señor, |
Q me vigile bien por donde voy, |
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición, |
O mi bendicion, |
O mi perdicion, |
De la calle soy, |
De la calle soy, |
Pa la calle voy, |
De la calle soy. |
En mi barrio mientras uno duerme, |
Otros forman balaseras, |
Ya cada minuto vemos sangre en la asera, |
Balas corren y las calles estan calientes, |
Se pierden vidas y muchas de ellas son personas inocentes, |
En este mundo donde rico vive y nadie escucha al pobre, |
Y en la calle es que se aprende a como se bate el pobre, |
El vecinito mio el chamaquito aquel bien tranquilo, |
Lo pillaron en el aeropuerto con setenta kilos, |
El gordito aquel que cuando hablaba dada gracia, |
Hoy esta preso y desde adentro controla la mafia, |
Que alguien me explique si esto es vida o estamos en el infierno, |
En este mundo donde no confiamos ni en el gobierno, |
Hemos visto padres que a sus hijos no le dan cariño, |
Hemos escuchao de sacerdotes que ha violado niños, |
Son profetas predicando la moral en carzoncillos, |
Y ya los chamaquitos de trece años dan gatillo, |
No juzguen al alcohólico ni al adicto, |
Pues son personas que todavía no saben de Cristo, |
No se si esta es mi maldición, |
O mi bendicion, |
Dios mio librame de toda tentacion. |
Todos los dias le pido al Señor, |
Q me vigile bien por donde voy, |
Yo no se si esta es mi maldición, |
O mi bendicion, |
O mi perdicion, |
De la calle soy, |
De la calle soy, |
Pa la calle voy, |
De la calle soy. |
(translation) |
Every day I ask the Lord, |
Q watch me well where I'm going, |
I don't know if this is my curse, |
O my blessing, |
oh my doom, |
I am from the street, |
I am from the street, |
I go to the street, |
I am from the street. |
In the street war, |
I'm surviving |
Many strange things seeing, |
But I swear this is hell |
This is the school where I had to learn, |
There are no friends, |
there are no panas, |
Here in no one can believe, |
Where the right hand cuts the left, |
Where if you fantasize you don't eat honey, |
Where the shots are the daily bread, |
And even a cat lends itself to do the misdeed, |
I have the cangris disguised in every corner, |
If I see you hazy, I'm not going to tickle you, |
These are rules, it's not a stifle thing, |
And if you don't identify yourself, my friend catches you. |
Every day I ask the Lord, |
Q watch me well where I'm going, |
I don't know if this is my curse, |
O my blessing, |
oh my doom, |
I am from the street, |
I am from the street, |
I go to the street, |
I am from the street. |
In my neighborhood while one sleeps, |
Others form balaseras, |
Already every minute we see blood on the sidewalk, |
Bullets run and the streets are hot |
Lives are lost and many of them are innocent people, |
In this world where the rich live and nobody listens to the poor, |
And it is in the street that you learn how the poor fight, |
My neighbor, the little boy, that very calm person, |
They caught him at the airport with seventy kilos, |
The chubby one who when he spoke gave grace, |
Today he is in prison and from inside he controls the mafia, |
Someone explain to me if this is life or if we are in hell, |
In this world where we don't even trust the government, |
We have seen parents who do not give their children affection, |
We have heard of priests who have raped children, |
They are prophets preaching morality in their underwear, |
And now the thirteen-year-old kids trigger the trigger, |
Do not judge the alcoholic or the addict, |
Well, they are people who still do not know about Christ, |
I don't know if this is my curse, |
O my blessing, |
My God deliver me from all temptation. |
Every day I ask the Lord, |
Q watch me well where I'm going, |
I don't know if this is my curse, |
O my blessing, |
oh my doom, |
I am from the street, |
I am from the street, |
I go to the street, |
I am from the street. |