Mi Vicio Lyrics in English by Santa Fe Klan

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From Santa Fe 2020
El Moler on the production
The guys from Alzada, comrade
You became my vice and I
I'll be with you until I die
The sacrifice was worth it
So much waiting was worth it
To me, you're the medicine that relieves me
This pain that hurts me like a thorn
With much love, I write rhymes for the street
I keep myself humble and with discipline
Problems with the police is a hell by night and by day
The neighborhood is hot and the night is cold
Merchandise moves in the streets just like my songs
Red eyes, dry mouth
I don't look for them, they come on their own
Wrapped in a paper, I light you up and relax
Every time I'm with you, I feel like I'm tripping
I've got a chunk of weed, we're flying low
I'll die a warrior, I don't run, I don't back down
Drop by whenever you want
You already know where
Let's go to the dance
Tonight on my block
We're from the street, so don't provoke me
And if you owe me nothing, then why are you hiding?
I grew up in Santa Fe, with my neighborhood 'til the grave
The pistol echoes in the alley that isn't lit
Hip-hop in my DNA, nobody takes me down
I asked the one above to cover me from death
My mother lights a candle for my photograph
I want more money and for dinner to never be missing again
I never walk alone, I always move with caution
I've got smoke in my lungs and music in my veins
You became my vice and I
I'll be with you until I die
The sacrifice was worth it
So much waiting was worth it
To me, you're the medicine that relieves me
This pain that hurts me, like a thorn
With much love for the street, I write rhymes
I keep myself humble and with discipline
Not for money, not for fashion
I write my lyrics with my heart
I didn't do it for fame but what else do I do now?
I grew up with hip-hop in Santa, smoking weed bro
We don't have a schedule, we record at any hour
People point at me, for the style that we share
They aim at me and don't pull, I live a bad life
Welcome to my zone, homie, why don't you try it
We'll shoot you down, we'll cut off your wings
This is music for my crazies on the corner
There's no security, that's what my neighbor says
It's the darkness moving the finest stuff
I'm with loneliness counting 500-peso bills
After the storm, the sun will come out again
I spend my time with Blanca and Maria drinking alcohol
With the windows tinted, rolling through the neighborhood
The name of my neighborhood on your wall with spray paint
On the instrumental, I've got the style
Watch, bro, how real it sounds
Really high, spitting freestyle
Legal graffiti, through the capital
We're dogs without a muzzle, scent of weed and breath of mezcal
One day everything will come to an end, everything will end in a funeral
Y-y-you became my vice and I
I'll be with you until I die
The sacrifice was worth it
So much waiting was worth it
To me, you're the medicine that relieves me
This pain that hurts me like a thorn
With much love, I write rhymes for the street
I keep myself humble and with discipline
With discipline
For my crazies on the corner
With my neighborhood 'til the grave, it echoes in the alley
That isn't lit
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retumba — resounds / echoes

Retumba comes from retumbar, meaning “to resound” or “to echo” with a deep, powerful sound. In the song, it describes how the gunshot and the sounds of the neighborhood reverberate through the dark alley, making the word feel vivid and cinematic.

“Mi Vicio” (“My Addiction”) mixes devotion, street life, music, and marijuana imagery. The repeated line “Te convertiste en mi vicio” [You became my addiction] addresses something the singer cannot leave behind. It could point to a person, the high described later, or the music itself. He calls it “medicina” [medicine] that eases pain “como una espina” [like a thorn], then says he writes rhymes “con mucho amor a la calle” [with great love for the street]. The song treats hip-hop as both a passion and a way to survive: “Hip-hop en mi ADN” [Hip-hop is in my DNA].

The verses take us through Santa Fe and the neighborhood at night, where police trouble, weapons, hunger, money, graffiti, and music share the same streets. “La calle está caliente y la noche está fría” [The street is hot and the night is cold] is a sharp contrast between danger and loneliness. Slang such as “caile” means “come over,” “la lleca” means “the street,” and “un cuajo” refers to a chunk or amount of marijuana. He describes rolling through the block with red eyes, dry mouth, smoke in his lungs, and music in his veins, while his mother lights a candle by his photograph and he asks God to protect him from death. Still, the song is not only bleak: “Después de la tormenta volverá a salir el sol” [After the storm, the sun will come out again]. Santa Fe Klan’s voice here is proud, cautious, and loyal to his barrio, with the blunt warning that every road eventually ends at a funeral.

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