Envigado (Spanish pronunciation: [embiˈɣaðo]) is a city of Colombia in the department of Antioquia, located at the south of the Aburrá Valley and belonging to The Metropolitan Area of the Aburrá Valley. It has limits at its north with El Poblado, Medellín; at its south with Sabaneta; at its east with El Retiro and Caldas and at west with Itagüí. The origin of its name is unknown, but some researchers associated it with "beam" (viga in Spanish). It is also the city of the Colombian philosopher Fernando González. His house, Otraparte, is today a cultural center and museum dedicated to his memory and works.
Envigado is also famous for keeping the paisa traditions and architecture, one of the best standard of living in Colombia and for its promising football team: Envigado Futbol Club.
The population at the 1993 census was 115,484; in 2012 it had a population of 199,276 inhabitants.
Founded in 1775, Envigado was declared a municipality in 1814. Its name comes from the large trees that were once found there and which were used for the rafters (vigas) in constructing houses.
It's raining again
Like it always does about this time
So cold
Like the beat of my heart
November always brings out the worst in me
Waiting in silence, I just feel black
There's a bullet for every man
And I'm calling the shots
Cold steel in my hands
So many ways to kill
I know of them all
So many graves to fill
Splitting the night with fire
I'm a hit man on the run
Beneath the streetlight sirens wail
And I holster a smoking gun
In the shadows of night fall
I'll be slipping away
I don't miss and I don't look back
It's raining again
Feels like ice upon my skin
Empty and hollow
The look in my eyes
Nighttime always brings out
The beast in me
Someone is coming
And I feel black
Call me a gun for hire
I get the job done
Put him in my sights
I'll fire
I am the killer elite
I'm one of a kind
I'm the deadliest man on the street
[CHORUS]
Blood spills
And mixes with rain
I just leave him
He didn't feel much pain
I just get to kill 'em
So that's all I do
I don't ask myself why
Would you?
Sure I think about it
But there's no remorse
So why do I do it?
For the money of course
Sometimes I just laugh out loud
But the hear
There're already dead by then
I pack up my gear
It's raining again
By now you thin I just don't care
So cold
Feel my stare
November always brings out the killer in me
My hand on the trigger