[Intro: Gavilán]
I was born where life has made me a man
Surrounded by good people
Excited by the idea of being great
Avoiding pain and sorrow
I was born among dark streets, I was born where I live
I was born where, without a doubt, for many people it's prohibited
Here I have dreamed of life, here I have played with luck
Here evil is prohibited, among us, among my people
I call it "hood" with pride
Outsiders call it "hood"
And the honor of being born herе I attribute to myself
I am who I am, in my own way
From a hood, but from a fine hood, likе my people
People who fight, people who feel
I am not from a hood adrift, without destiny
No, I am from a hood, but from a fine hood
And from there a young man is born
That didn't know what destiny had in store for him
Destiny that led him to music
Which has given him great satisfaction and great awards
But none of them mean that much to him
Like has been the love and respect of his public
Yankee, you have the final word