Cifras en Cemento

[Verse 1]
The same splintered wood, where my school dreams were drawn,
Now bears the weight of numbers, a fortune coldly born.
Each crisp bill a brick, in the empire I stand on,
Medellín hums outside, a silent, knowing song.
El café aún caliente, pero el cálculo es otro,
Mis cimientos se elevan, ya no temo al lodo.

[Chorus]
Same old tabla, different math, the story unfolds,
From crayon marks to stacks, what this concrete now holds.
Cifras en cemento, eco de un futuro denso,
Mi verdad en billetes, mi destino intenso.

[Verse 2]
Recuerdo a mi abuela, sus manos fuertes, su mirar fijo,
Said 'Build your own spires, let no man break your brick, mijo'.
Now these walls whisper echoes of every sacrifice made,
Each counted cent a monument, where old doubts have decayed.
The city's pulse a metronome, counting rhythm to my gain,
Washing clean the ledger, like Medellín's hard rain.

[Bridge]
They see the tower rising, miss the cracks in the old stone,
But the weight of this empire, I carry alone.
This silence here, it screams louder than any shout,
A truth reverberating, no more room for doubt.

[Outro]
Cifras en cemento... el eco no miente.
Tabla de mi historia, mi fuerza creciente.