Esta Es La 13

This Is The 13th

Looking at the place where many of us grew up
Experiences remained in friendly rhythms
Experiences looking back singing a place where everything is real

Talking about my neighborhood won't be hard
I live in a high part of the lowest social level
Where walls talk, curtains are not still
It's the best refuge this poet has found
There's always something to tell, rumors come and go
Gossip always arrives on its own, no rush to find out
What have they heard about the 13th, the hottest neighborhood?
A lot of publicity visited us, even the president
The little houses of bla bla are called invasion
The neighborhood changed its name due to Operation Orion
What do they remember about the 13th, lead from top to bottom
They don't remember their people or the pain it brought

But of course, they don't talk about the good things
Instead of showing artists, they show bullets and cocaine
They don't reflect the virtues of entrepreneurial people
They publish better humor, interview crying mothers
It's not what one wants to see, it's only what they show
But in my opinion, that sensationalism stinks
The West continues ahead for culture, not heat
Proud of my neighborhood in the past and present
La Pradera, my neighborhood, San Jacho, El Socorro
Pure and firm culture from up there on the hill
Its hills, alleys, I really didn't fail them
This rooster brings out schools from the balcony of Medellin

2:41, healthy is the hour, 2:41 is the bus that is late
Long short journey but cool
Journey where I pass through very strange places
That catch my attention, they steal my hearing
There is ambition, poverty, and pain
Also a store called El Baraton
The church of Nariño, where I grew up as a child
But if I don't run today, I'm sure I won't exist anymore
In the currency, there is a Christ with a face of evil
There is the cable car and also the San metro
It's better to pray before entering the 13th
That's what people think when talking about this area
It's my commune like no other, this is the 13th
Where you live with madness

Looking at the place where many of us grew up
Experiences remained in friendly rhythms
Experiences looking back singing a place where everything is real
People comment that my neighborhood is lost
I, who live here, could tell them
Just listen to the reality experiences
Of guided experiences by society
And back there in mirrors, reflections and advice
From friends who are not here because of the struggle of principles
With news, they recorded the walls impregnated
With the highest extracts, messages, places, and paths
Different characters heading straight to the same thing, son
Sure hit, proud of the land that acted
Where children, old thoughts connected
We had a bad time and therefore we don't complain
We seek ways to highlight great aspects
Modest we will be in the place where we grew up from childhood

Traveling for more than 17 years in my neighborhood
I observe changes that I can't help but look at
And beyond a mountain, there are thousands of houses and places
Extraordinary that highlight my life, innovative landscapes that are the best inspiration, the group that must not be missing
And on the corner, improvisation abounds
Diverse cultures where you will see universal samples of each one
From the highest and the lowest class, that's my neighborhood
In which I am pleased to be, its alleys and stairs are not
In my plans to leave, they are not in my plans to leave
Adversity walker in urban rhymes
Between dreams, alleys, stairs going up and down
Memories cause sadness that are reflected in my verses
Some act as perverse around here
My traveled experiences come to my mind
That marked the entrances, the arrivals, the departures
Just put yourself in my place, I have felt poverty
Debts attack you and you feel a headache
I felt where I belong in this neighborhood of memories
But I will continue rhyming without losing hope
If it's worth more dead than alive
Tear apart in my line all my power, my people know me
They know I don't lie, so if my family doesn't support me
I will continue my story, making it real, singing what shelters me
So in this dream, I never find the ring
It would be a lie to come out singing with bling bling
If due to lack of money, my rap has come to an end
But I think about what I wanted
In the smile of my brothers who support me
It motivates me to succeed, to never stop
With the help of my God [?] all my people even if I lack
Strength and I have to emerge alone, I will only do rap for my neighborhood
And for all that I long for

Although he is more famous and everyone fears him
I will remain faithful to him, spitting all my phlegm
Spitting all my phlegm

Esk-lones fourth underground prophecy
Comuna 13, uh-huh
This is my neighborhood, this is my commune