Fuerza Regida Mi Vecindario Lyrics English Translation
The song "Mi Vecindario" by Fuerza Regida is a powerful and gritty portrayal of life in the artist's neighborhood. The lyrics depict a dangerous and chaotic environment, with the presence of police patrols and the sound of gunshots. The artist talks about being targeted and taking control of the situation, claiming to have the reasons to be the devil due to a difficult life and bitter moments. The song also touches on the artist's rise to power and success, being referred to as "El Rey" (The King) and the captain of his own ship. Despite facing criticism and obstacles, the artist asserts his resilience and determination. The song celebrates Mexican heritage and acknowledges the harsh realities of the streets, with references to drug dealing and the struggles faced by those trying to make a living. Overall, "Mi Vecindario" is a raw and unapologetic representation of the artist's experiences and a tribute to his Mexican roots.
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The patrol passes through my neighborhood
It's crazy time, gunshots are heard
Rumors are going around that they're looking for me
They put the cap on me and now I'm in charge
I have the reasons to be the devil
From a tough life and bitter moments
No one is in my favor, and look, it's not a big deal
If they touch me, they go down
We went from Sierra to a double RR of the year
Thick chains can be seen hanging
I walked among fire, and they even stole from me
No saint shed tears for the pockets of many
I was, I am, and I will continue
They call me 'The King'
And even captain of the ship
I was, chaos as I grew up
I formed my own company
I'm burning good weed
Hell yeah, man
And where I come from
Not many come out alive
Much less millionaires
Uh-huh, another problem
They criticize me, find faults, ask for strikes
No borders, no two scumbags stopped me
We fucked it up and we made it, and here we are
Long live my race, we are 100% Mexican
The streets are bitches, they allow havoc
From the guy who chops for a few cents
Sit down and listen, it's nothing strange
Traits of damned ones walking alone in my neighborhood
I was, I am, and I will continue
They call me 'The King'
And even captain of the ship
I was, chaos as I grew up
I formed my own company
I'm burning good weed
Hell yeah, man
Just there so they can talk
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