[Intro]
Desde cero — sin miedo.
From the corner where the neon never sleeps,
we learned to count stars through cracked concrete.
(Shout: Desde Cero! — Answer: Sin miedo!)
[Verse 1 — Edy]
Calluses on my knuckles, diesel stain on my sleeve,
neon behind the block, where the night won't leave.
I sold my doubt for momentum, traded sleep for the route,
paper boats in gutters learned to float without doubt.
No silver spoons—just metal plates and old receipts,
mornings taste like iron, afternoons taste like heat.
I keep my face to the wind, chin tucked, eyes low,
walk the same mile where the alley candles glow.
(Repeated motif) Desde cero — I learned to count with scars;
cada herida es mapa, cada esquina tiene stars.
[Pre-Chorus]
We move in code, heartbeat sync to the block,
whispers cost trust, lessons came hard and blunt.
[Chorus]
Desde Cero, Sin Miedo — we rise in three beats,
Desde Cero, Sin Miedo — feel it under your feet.
Call it: "Desde Cero" (crowd) — Answer: "Sin miedo" (repeat),
short, sharp, like the echo of footsteps on concrete.
[Verse 2 — Igor]
I read the city like a grid—coordinates, plans,
silent chess on rooftops, blueprints in my hands.
Numbers on a napkin, exits painted in code,
I fold silence into strategy, load by load.
No bravado, just angles, timelines and maps,
if Edy lights the fuse, I map the collapse.
We don’t gamble with chaos—we architect the climb,
turning nights into ledgers, marking time with rhymes.
(Recurring tag) Desde Cero, I draft the climb,
precision in my breath, patience in my grind.
[Chorus]
Desde Cero, Sin Miedo — we rise in three beats,
Desde Cero, Sin Miedo — feel it under your feet.
Call it: "Desde Cero" (crowd) — Answer: "Sin miedo" (repeat),
short, sharp, like the echo of footsteps on concrete.
[Verse 3 — Jonas]
I am the iron in the door, the hand on the gate,
we took the block at dawn — Mercado y la 7, first slate.
Rusted lock, morning fog, breath like gunmetal steam,
we rolled up like thunder—quiet until we redeam.
My palms remember weight—bricks, bags, and names,
we swapped lullabies for watch shifts and flame.
Not glamorous, just necessary—the heavy part,
I carry the quiet storms so the rest can chart.
(Concrete image) I buried a lighter where the old van used to park,
left a note folded thin, a promise for the dark.
[Bridge]
We paid in time—years peeled off like paint,
one brother left sleeping on the stoop, one voice faint.
But every dawn we wake, we stitch the map again,
we trade sleep for city, blood for the pen.
Bridge twist: the crown is loud but the throne is cold—
we knew the cost before the story was sold.
So when the crowd chants the line, remember what we owe:
names in the ledger, debts written low.
[Chorus — Final]
Desde Cero, Sin Miedo — three beats, then go,
Desde Cero, Sin Miedo — feel the pulse of the show.
(Lead): "Desde Cero" — (Crowd): "Sin Miedo!" — repeat x2
Make it echo down alleys, name it on the radio.
[Outro]
From rusted locks to neon kings, from soot to stars we climb,
we carved
