Текст и перевод песни Nomo - Hijo Mio

Hijo Mio

Hijo mío tú va se' un tigre
Apunta lo que tengo que decirte
Por to de casa tendré que irme
Cuídame a tu madre que na malo le pase
Ya que ella es la razón por la que vives

Cuando tú llegaste, yo quise abortarte
Pero no pasó, por qué ella quiso protegerte
Se que a diferencia de otros nunca
Fui buen padre, por que no podia
Enseñarte lo que me enseñó la calle

Hijo mío tú va se' un tigre
Agarra la mascota y lapicero
Y lo primero es que tienes que
Tener un norte, no te lleves de pana
De bebida y de lo cuero por que to eso
Es pasajero, efímero en este deporte
Tengo to lo feo negro por la chicha que
He matao, los tuyos van a estar verdes
Por el dinero contado, en mi yacen
Cicatrices por heridas de machete y pal
De bala, bala que hicieron que yo fracase
Acostúmbrate a andar solo no ande en
Manada, por que por andar en coro,
Te agarran en redadas, te juzgan y te
Fichan ese es su negocio, al final te ponen
Drogas y aquí no ha pasado nada, recuerda
Somos pobres y no contamos con
Sistema judicial no es leal no hay nadie
Que nos pueda defender, la muerte
Es la parada, somos hijos del papel
Y el nuestro
No vale nada.

Pa poder resolver encuentra una mujer
Que te cuide como lo hace tu vieja,
Pero qué al mismo tiempo, que su visión
Sea larga por más que se ponga vieja.

Recuerda que la calle es sangre la policía
Es guerra, si pasas por el bloque te aterras
Estos negros no crean amor con arte,
Pero aman el arte de la guerra, no se crea
Conciencia hablan mucho y no hacen diligencia, no se cura él
Hambre exhibiendo
Prenda, por eso hoy en día no hay mujer
Que no se venda, por eso hoy en día
La hipocresía se compra.

Todos quieren la merma la grasa la cosa
Quieren el sonido y por eso hacen cosas
Indebidas cosas que son permitida por qué
Al mismo tiempo cambian vidas,

No confíe En el compañero, que en
El mundo hay muchos pero pocos
Verdaderos, todos quieren tu
Comida, tú mujeres, tú dinero
Te lo decía tempo lo decía cancerbero
Esta es la realidad del hombre de mi país,
Hablar lo que no tiene y exhibir, lo
Que no puede mantener se obsesionan
Tanto con el poder que al final codician
Y les pasa lo mismo que a lucifer.

My Son

My son, you will be a tiger
Listen to what I have to say
For everything, at home, I will have to go
Take care of your mother so that nothing bad happens to her
Because she is the reason you live

When you came, I wanted to abort you
But it didn't happen, because she wanted to protect you
I know that unlike others I was never
A good father, because I couldn't
Teach you what the streets taught me

My son, you will be a tiger
Grab the mascot and a pencil
And the first thing you have to do
Is to have a goal, don't get carried away
By partying and drinking because all that
Is fleeting, ephemeral in this sport
I have everything I hate because of the drink I
Have drunk, yours will be green
For the money spent, in me lie
Scars from machete and stick wounds
From bullet, bullet that made me fail
Get used to walking alone, don't walk in
A pack, because by walking in a group
They catch you in raids, they judge you and
They mark you, that's their business, in the end they give you
Drugs and nothing has happened, remember
We are poor and don't count
A law enforcement system is not fair, there is no one
Who can defend us, death
Is the stop, we are children of paper
And ours
Is worthless.

To solve, find a woman
Who cares for you like your old lady
But at the same time, whose vision
Is long, no matter how old she gets.

Remember that the street is blood, the police
Are war, if you pass by the block you get scared
These black men don't create love through art
But they love the art of war, don't believe it
Consciousness, they talk a lot and don't take action, he doesn't heal
Hunger, exhibiting
That's why nowadays there is no woman
Who does not sell herself, that's why nowadays
Hypocrisy can be bought.

Everybody wants the good stuff, the dough
They want the music and that's why they do
Improper things, things that are allowed because
At the same time they change lives

Don't trust your partner, because in
The world there are many but few
Real, they all want your
Food, your women, your money
Tempo was saying this, Cancerbero was saying this
This is the reality of the man in my country,
Talking about what he doesn't have and showing off,
What he can't keep, they get obsessed
So much with power that in the end they covet
And the same thing happens to them as to Lucifer.