Street-Born Warrior

[Verse 1]
No one gave me a road—I wore one through the stone,
No one handed me respect—I earned it on my own.
City waking, sirens fading, worries on my back,
Every fall taught me the way to stand and answer back.
Loved ones’ voices in the dark: “Keep breathing, keep moving on,”
Every scar says where I’ve been, every step says I’m not done.

[Chorus]
I’m a street-born warrior, steel heart, eyes on the sun,
When life breaks me down, I rebuild and run.
From the shadows, from below, hear my voice ring true—
Charly Parra keeps walking through.

[Verse 2]
Night knows the workers, mothers leaving before dawn,
Families waiting at home, counting on them to hold on.
A table shared with family, one true friend beside me—
That’s a wealth no quick money could ever buy me.
Don’t call patience surrender, don’t mistake quiet for fear,
I build slow, speak straight, keep my real ones near.

[Bridge]
Some nights I nearly let the whole thing go,
Then a voice in my chest said, “Not yet—keep moving.”
There’s road left, there’s story, there are dreams to defend;
While I’m still breathing, this fight doesn’t end.

[Verse 2]
My battle’s with the man I was when I was down,
I build while they talk; let time sort it out.
No applause can buy my values, no fake crew gets my trust—
I remember who stood by me when nobody else would.

[Outro]
Guerrero de calle… still walking, still true.
Charly Parra.