Yo Crecí - Santa Fe Klan

Desde antes de los doce ya andaba tose y tose

Por las calles donde la malilla no se conoce

Usted no sabe que pasa en la noche

Los carnales se juntan para el rebote

Enfrentamo al peligro, vivimos y morimos

Sangre de barrio de un lugar donde todos nacimos

La hierva en el bolsillo pa' hacer un cigarrillo

Entre locos sabemos que venimos de onde mismo

Yo creci aqui por la santa fuamando la marihuana

Tanto drama por la rama!

aunque no este legalizada

Con un chingo de caguamas ¡vale verga si caen flacas!

Diosito me cuida pero respeto pa' la flaca!

Piensan que no se lo que es la vida en el barrio

Varios perros van ladrando somos señalados, vivimos bien sanos desde morro ando

volando y fumando

Aqui se vive lo que cantamos!

Otro gallo que ya me lo acabe

Bienvenidos al funeral de neuronas, que matee

Sientase como en su casa por la santa fe

Entre locos sabemoss donde crecimos…

Por las calles de morro enfrentando el peligro…

Yo creci en un barrio tumbado

Hijos de la calle de un triste vecindario

Desde morrito conozco el vuelo bien sano

Desde morrito conozco el vuelo bien sano

Entre locos sabemoss donde crecimos…

Por las calles de morro enfrentando el peligro…

Yo creci en un barrio tumbado

Hijos de la calle de un triste vecindario

Desde morrito conozco el vuelo bien sano

Desde morrito conozco el vuelo bien sano

(You!)

Desde pequeño me han gustado las calles

Creci en esa escuela aprendi algunos males

Yo se que hay un final, ahi esta el detalle

Siempre para dela' sin miedo a lo que pase

Si camino tumbado siempre por el barrio

Entre peligro que hay por el vecindario

Seguimos en las calles y bocinas retumbando

Entre locos como siempre con los ojos colorados

Ami en lo personal no me gusto estudiar

Pero conoci una mujer que me hacia volar

Con libreta y pluma me puse a redactar

Pensamientos muy profundos sin poderlos guardar

Hasta el dia de hoy, yo sigo aqui en el barrio

Represento ami santa!

a los del tramo tumbado

El tiempo me ha cambiado, no se que ha pasado

Ya no siento amor, ni mariposas volando

Siempre mama a estado negativa

Dice que si no hare nada de esta vida

Claro que si jefita mi vida es la tarima

En el vuelo de la santa, crecia alla en la esquina

Solo un fume para el que se fue

Ese es mi charro, no te olvidare

Pasa el tiempo y olvido el ayer

Y hoy miro las estrellas sentado otra vez

Entre locos sabemoss donde crecimos…

Por las calles de morro enfrentando el peligro…

Yo creci en un barrio tumbado

Hijos de la calle de un triste vecindario

Desde morrito conozco el vuelo bien sano

Desde morrito conozco el vuelo bien sano

Entre locos sabemoss donde crecimos…

Por las calles de morro enfrentando el peligro…

Yo creci en un barrio tumbado

Hijos de la calle de un triste vecindario

Desde morrito conozco el vuelo bien sano

Desde morrito conozco el vuelo bien sano

Since before he was twelve he was already coughing and coughing

Through the streets where the malilla is not known

You don't know what happens at night

The carnal get together for the rebound

We face danger, we live and we die

Neighborhood blood from a place where we were all born

The boil in the pocket to make a cigarette

Between crazy people we know that we come from the same place

I grew up here for Santa smoking marijuana

So much drama for the branch!

even if it is not legalized

With a lot of loggerheads, it's worth a damn if they're skinny!

Diosito takes care of me but respect for the skinny!

They think I don't know what life is like in the neighborhood

Several dogs are barking we are pointed out, we live very healthy from morro ando

flying and smoking

Here we live what we sing!

Another rooster that I already finished

Welcome to the funeral of neurons, mate

Feel at home for the holy faith

Among crazy people we know where we grew up...

Through the streets of Morro facing danger...

I grew up in a neighborhood lying down

Street children of a sad neighborhood

From little nose I know the flight very healthy

From little nose I know the flight very healthy

Among crazy people we know where we grew up...

Through the streets of Morro facing danger...

I grew up in a neighborhood lying down

Street children of a sad neighborhood

From little nose I know the flight very healthy

From little nose I know the flight very healthy

(You!)

Since I was little I have liked the streets

I grew up in that school I learned some evils

I know there is an end, there is the detail

Always for dela' without fear of what happens

If I always lie down in the neighborhood

Between danger that there is in the neighborhood

We are still in the streets and horns blaring

Between crazy as always with red eyes

Personally, I didn't like studying

But I met a woman who made me fly

With notebook and pen I began to write

Very deep thoughts without being able to save them

To this day, I'm still here in the neighborhood

I represent my saint!

to those of the lying section

Time has changed me, I don't know what has happened

I no longer feel love, nor butterflies flying

Mom has always been negative

He says that if I don't do anything in this life

Of course, my boss, my life is the stage

In the flight of the saint, it grew there in the corner

Just a smoke for the one who left

That's my charro, I won't forget you

Time passes and I forget yesterday

And today I look at the stars sitting down again

Among crazy people we know where we grew up...

Through the streets of Morro facing danger...

I grew up in a neighborhood lying down

Street children of a sad neighborhood

From little nose I know the flight very healthy

From little nose I know the flight very healthy

Among crazy people we know where we grew up...

Through the streets of Morro facing danger...

I grew up in a neighborhood lying down

Street children of a sad neighborhood

From little nose I know the flight very healthy

From little nose I know the flight very healthy