El Fuego Salvaje - Concrete Canvas Lyrics

[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!