The Orphan of Tijuana

A child of the struggle, a fighter by fate No home, no past, just a mask on his face He ran through the alleys, he trained in the dust A life built on passion, on honor, on trust They whispered his name like a myth in the night A ghost in the ring, a symbol of fight With fire inside and the people behind He took to the skies, he learned to defy Ole, ole, ole, ole The battle still rages, the fire still stays No fear, no shame, just heart and a dream A warrior who lives for the lord of the scene The winds of change called his name in the air A new world, a new test, a new cross to bear He stepped through the ropes, no mask to conceal But still the same fire, the same heart of steel They laughed, they doubted, they tried to control But they couldn't extinguish the fight in his soul He fell, he rose, he carried the weight A soldier of fate with a story so great Ole, ole, ole, ole The battle still rages, the fire still stays Through blood and through pain, he'll never let go A rebel who fights for the ones down below They tried to break him, to make him obey A kingdom of lies, a role he won't play He stood in defiance, he shattered their throne A warrior who'd never be one of their own Through war and betrayal, through fire and scars He found his own blood, his brother in arms Side by side through the highs and the lows Two hearts, one battle, wherever it goes From the streets to the bright lights Through the pain, through the hard fights Now he stands where the legends are made A rebel, a soldier, a name never fades No mask, no chains, just pride in his stance The kid from the struggle, now leading the dance A life built on passion, on honor, on spite The main event calls, it's his time tonight