Mi Vida, My Life
The pride of my hispanic heritage runs deep in my veins
A day doesn't pass when I think of my majestic Sinaloa
I can feel the rain drops running down my arm as I lay on the maca
Looking at the cloudy sky, holding my cold Coca-Cola
I can smell the moist dirt around my grandfathers hacienda
I see different kinds of cultures in the colonia
Mayan's, Aztec's, Zapoteca's, Mixteca's
We have branches of different languages
Portuguese, French, English, Spanish
A wise man once told us all, "Si se puede"
A day doesn't pass when I think of my majestic Sinaloa
I can feel the rain drops running down my arm as I lay on the maca
Looking at the cloudy sky, holding my cold Coca-Cola
I can smell the moist dirt around my grandfathers hacienda
I see different kinds of cultures in the colonia
Mayan's, Aztec's, Zapoteca's, Mixteca's
We have branches of different languages
Portuguese, French, English, Spanish
A wise man once told us all, "Si se puede"
