Orgullo Rolo (part. Realidad Mental)

Rolo Pride (feat. Mental Reality)

I'm here feeling like a big shot
Because I live happily even though these streets mistreat me
Because I have my dear old lady and her cheese with chocolate
Because to see my family
You have to climb up Monserrate
I live here as I please
And this heart of steel
That despite the defeats
Has never lost its fire
And it's the heritage of my people
Customs of my ancestors
Who brought to this land
Looking for a new future
Here laughing is expensive and happiness is a lie
If you were born in a neighborhood, there's no mud that disgusts you
If you grew up on these streets
There's no street that scares you
And if you ever felt hunger one day and turned it into hustle

Proud to be a Rolo
My home, my family, my people are my treasure
Bogotá
Bacatá
Proud to be a Rolo
My blood, my principles, those are worth more than gold
Bogotá
Bacatá

I'm a crazy and proudly rapper Rolo
Tabogo, I saw your distant children crying for not seeing you
I saw your neighborhood kids beating luck
Here we live high and no summit affects us

It's not as slow as the capital expands
Although a meter is lost every time a new mayor comes in
If they made it, my respects
If they lost, move forward
And start the game again
Because you are from a land of greats

And it's my beloved ruthless city
You gave me dreams in rhymed emotions
You shaped character and strength firmly
Doses of truth to see bread on the table, ha
Honorable mothers, tireless fighters
Indomitable working class, memorable cold streets
That's how we live here, a big one isn't the biggest
You took me, Bogotá, to reach the unreachable

Proud to be a Rolo
My home, my family, my people are my treasure
Bogotá
Bacatá
Proud to be a Rolo
My blood, my principles, those are worth more than gold
Bogotá
Bacatá

For my brother over in the USA, for Erick in Spain
They represent my Rolos who miss us in solitude
Essence of Bacatá carried in the guts
They will use all the tricks to climb any mountain
May they light their paths and in the dark caves
They will see how the cursed stumbles among the shadows
Respect for my countrymen, sure of the unsure
They don't let misfortune be bigger than their pride

Proud of my crew, buddy
Of the one who daily grabs a pencil and draws to improve
Of the one who sings daily on the radio to live and vent
In a place where it's easier to buy drugs than to educate

Blessings for my Rolos who are
Alone far from their land, but doing well
For the one who's out there struggling, bombing a train
And for those who took a chance and went fighting through the Darién

The Rolos living day by day
I love Bogotá, saw me born, saw me grow
Can be whatever it wants to be, cold but loved
The capital of the plantain
Go Santa Fe de Bogotá

Proud to be a Rolo
My home, my family, my people are my treasure
Bogotá
Bacatá
Proud to be a Rolo
My blood, my principles, those are worth more than gold
Bogotá
Bacatá

Bacatá
Proud to be a Rolo
My home, my family, my people are my treasure
Bogotá
Bacatá
Proud to be a Rolo
My blood, my principles, those are worth more than gold
Bogotá
Bacatá
Bacatá
Proud to be a Rolo
My home, my family, my people are my treasure
Bogotá
Bacatá
Proud to be a Rolo
My blood, my principles, those are worth more than gold
Bogotá
Bacatá