Concrete Canvas

[Intro] Calles de Miami, donde aprendí a volar Paint cans in my backpack, they don't understand Little Havana nights, where the art began [Verse 1] Started in these streets with nothing but dreams Mama's disappointment turned into my schemes Every wall I tagged was therapy for me Cops on my back but the art set me free Growing up Latino with different plans They wanted suits but I had spray cans That vinyl shop incident made me who I am Turned that shit around, now they're all my fans [Chorus] I paint my pain (¡Dale!) All over these city veins They call it vandal shit I call it breaking chains No me pueden parar This art runs through my blood From Little Havana streets To where I'm blowing up [Verse 2] Family wanted normal, I chose abnormal paths Teacher said "behave," I chose to make them laugh Every stroke's rebellion, every piece I craft Got that urban flow that makes the critics mad Basquiat in my soul, reggaeton in my feet Mixing up cultures like colors in the street They try to box me in, but I'm too damn unique Got that Latino fire making history [Bridge] From the corners where we used to hide To the galleries where they show my life Every wall became my diary Now they pay to see my misery, ¡Fuego! [Chorus] I paint my pain (¡Dale!) All over these city veins They call it vandal shit I call it breaking chains No me pueden parar This art runs through my blood From Little Havana streets To where I'm blowing up [Outro] Mi arte es mi libertad These walls can't hold me back From Little Havana to the world El Fuego's here to last, ¡Dale!