Hechos a Pulso
Yo vengo de abajo, mi cuna fue pobre
Allí con mi gente humilde me crie
No tuve fortuna, ni apellido noble
Pero con esfuerzo mis metas logré
Yo tampoco tuve, una cuna de oro
De abajo del lodo yo vengo también
Me toco el camino abrírmelo solo
Pa alcanzar los logros que ya ustedes ven
Yo nunca tuve un padrino
Que sacara una chequera
Paque en poco tiempo
Fuera el artista sensación
Me gaste toda la vida
Clamando y tocando puertas
Para que ustedes me abrieran
Un sitio en mi corazón
Yo también toque mil puertas
Desde que estaba pequeño
Y luche con gran esmero
En busca de mi ideal
Me sentí vencido a veces
Pero al fin logre mi sueño
Y hoy a mi gente agradezco
Su apoyo incondicional
Yo fui madurado, a base de caídas
Pero dios volvía, mi frente a levantar
Me hice en la calle, me gradué en la vida
Bajo los principios de un humilde hogar
Yo no tuve grados, diplomas ni nada
Y nunca me avergüenzo de lo que soy
Porque tengo a dios y a mi gente adorada
Y hay muchos con plata que me envidian hoy
Y aquí estamos ambos conquistando el mundo
Y abriendo fronteras hoy con nuestra voz
Nacidos de abajo y hechos a pulso
Desahogando penas con versos los dos
Cantando y curando el dolor de muchos
Y agradeciéndole al pueblo y a dios
Built from Scratch
I come from the bottom, my cradle was poor
There with my humble people I was raised
I didn't have fortune, nor a noble last name
But with effort, I achieved my goals
I also didn't have a golden cradle
From the mud below I come as well
I had to carve my own path
To reach the achievements that you see now
I never had a godfather
To pull out a checkbook
So that in a short time
I'd be the sensation artist
I spent my whole life
Pleading and knocking on doors
So that you would open
A place in my heart
I also knocked on a thousand doors
Since I was little
And I fought with great dedication
In search of my ideal
I felt defeated at times
But in the end, I achieved my dream
And today I thank my people
For their unconditional support
I was matured, based on falls
But God would lift my head up again
I was made in the street, I graduated in life
Under the principles of a humble home
I didn't have degrees, diplomas, or anything
And I'm never ashamed of who I am
Because I have God and my beloved people
And there are many with money who envy me today
And here we are both conquering the world
And opening borders today with our voice
Born from the bottom and built from scratch
Venting sorrows with verses the two of us
Singing and healing the pain of many
And thanking the people and God