Yaisel LM dives into the gritty realities of street life in ‘Pa Morir’ from his album ‘El Rojo’. The artist writes the lyrics himself, while Hansel El De La H helps shape the hard-hitting beat. Together, they craft a raw story of survival and faith in a dangerous world.
Released: September 17, 2025
Pa Morir
Yaisel Lm • From “El Rojo”
Pa Morir Lyrics Translation (from “El Rojo”)
The performer describes the constant tension of life on the streets, mixing themes of protection and faith. A standout line translates to, ‘To die, I’d rather carry my cross, may Jesus watch over me.’ This blend of danger and devotion offers a stark contrast that defines the song.
Ey, pa’ morir mejor cargo mi cruzHey, to die, I’d rather carry my cross,
Que me cuide Jesúsmay Jesus watch over me.
Te vo’ a vaciar de tambor, y hoy te va’ a morir túI’m going to empty the drum on you, and today you’re the one who will die.
Por mi familia e’ que yo pienso la’ cosa’It’s because of my family that I think things through,
O si no ya hubiera partío par de boca’otherwise I would’ve busted a couple of mouths by now.
Ustedes lo que son e’ chota’All of you are just ‘snitches’,
No son calle, ninguno me da en notayou aren’t street, none of you impress me.
En la baja yo acepté mi derrotaAt my lowest, I accepted my defeat,
Volví, eso lo aprendí trabajando, callando boca’I bounced back, I learned that by working and shutting mouths.
Me gustan la’ chapa’ grandota’I like the big ‘assets’,
Y tengo el de tambor por si con un contrario uno se topaand I keep the drum magazine in case I run into an enemy.
Pa’ morir mejor cargo mi cruzTo die, I’d rather carry my cross,
Que me cuide Jesúsmay Jesus watch over me.
Te vo’ a vaciar de tambor, y hoy te va’ a morir túI’m going to empty the drum on you, and today you’re the one who will die.
No fui militar, pero la’ bala’ son loca’I wasn’t in the military, but bullets are crazy,
Ya cualquiera está armao, cuando toca, tocaanyone is armed now, when it’s your time, it’s your time.
No fui militar, pero la’ bala’ son loca’I wasn’t in the military, but bullets are crazy,
Ya cualquiera está armao, cuando toca, tocaanyone is armed now, when it’s your time, it’s your time.
Bala’ son loca’, la’ bala’ son loca’Bullets are crazy, bullets are crazy,
No son calle, ninguno me da en notayou aren’t street, none of you impress me.
Bala’ son loca’, la’ bala’ son loca’, eyBullets are crazy, bullets are crazy, hey,
Ustedes lo que son e’ chota’all of you are just ‘snitches’.
Adelantao al tiempo, eso lo supe desde la 40Ahead of my time, I’ve known that since the .40,
Tengo una 40 dispuesto a coger esos treintaI have a .40 ready to catch those thirty years.
No sé por qué la cabra inventaI don’t know why that fake GOAT is scheming,
Parece que la sintió, m#ricón, y no se dio en cuentahe must’ve felt it, you punk, and didn’t even realize it.
Ando con la crema por si me topo al contrarioI carry the heat in case I run into an enemy,
Ya yo estoy dañao, me fundí con Gero el sicarioI’m already damaged, I merged with Gero the hitman.
Los cuer#s son dañino’, mira a Dilon en NajayoThe ‘street girls’ are toxic, look at Dilon in ‘Najayo prison’,
Lo subió Tolentino, van por ti por pariguayoTolentino exposed him, they’re coming for you for being a ‘sucker’.
Pa’ morir mejor cargo mi cruzTo die, I’d rather carry my cross,
Que me cuide Jesúsmay Jesus watch over me.
Te vo’ a vaciar de tambor, y hoy te va’ a morir túI’m going to empty the drum on you, and today you’re the one who will die.
No fui militar, pero la’ bala’ son loca’I wasn’t in the military, but bullets are crazy,
Ya cualquiera está armao, cuando toca, tocaanyone is armed now, when it’s your time, it’s your time.
No fui militar, pero la’ bala’ son loca’I wasn’t in the military, but bullets are crazy,
Ya cualquiera está armao, cuando toca, tocaanyone is armed now, when it’s your time, it’s your time.
Bala’ son loca’, la’ bala’ son loca’Bullets are crazy, bullets are crazy,
No son calle, ninguno me da en notayou aren’t street, none of you impress me.
Bala’ son loca’, la’ bala’ son loca’Bullets are crazy, bullets are crazy,
Ustedes lo que son e’ chota’all of you are just ‘snitches’.
Por mi familia e’ que yo pienso la’ cosa’It’s because of my family that I think things through,
O si no ya hubiera partío par de boca’otherwise I would’ve busted a couple of mouths by now.
Ustedes lo que son e’ chota’All of you are just ‘snitches’,
No son calle, ninguno me da en notayou aren’t street, none of you impress me.
No fui militar, pero la’ bala’ son loca’I wasn’t in the military, but bullets are crazy,
Ya cualquiera está armao, cuando toca, tocaanyone is armed now, when it’s your time, it’s your time.
No fui militar, pero la’ bala’ son loca’I wasn’t in the military, but bullets are crazy,
Ya cualquiera está armao, cuando toca, tocaaanyone is armed now, when it’s your time, it’s your time.
Pa’ morir mejor cargo mi cruzTo die, I’d rather carry my cross,
Que me cuide Jesúsmay Jesus watch over me.
Te vo’ a vaciar de tambor, y hoy te va’ a morir túI’m going to empty the drum on you, and today you’re the one who will die.
Pa Morir Music Video
The meaning of ‘Pa Morir’ is survival through faith and strength. The lyrics detail the harsh realities of life, making it a powerful anthem for those navigating similar struggles.