Desde Los 12

If I write it down, it's to listen to it calmly, days, days
And let them imagine things and then get into it, hey
SHB
Trap and Love, Trap and Love
Hey, he says
Since 12 years old, stuck in the street
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
A-la-la-la-la-la-la
SH
Trap and Love, Trap and Love
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo, lo-lo-lo

Since 12 years old, stuck in the street
In the problems with my people, don't fail
What I've lived hasn't been in vain
And what you say doesn't count
And no matter how much I try to count, it doesn't add up
Since I was a child in the courts (no, no, no)
I missed school for judicial appointments
Among lawyers and prosecutors

Omar used to stab me when I was 14
We used to jog to another neighborhood
Dressed in black like a hitman
In search of money in hand
Rod and we started the motorcycle
SH with the helmet and broken
The ugly ones see us and stay crazy
We did it like that, it was our way

And everything has been for money
Money to split among siblings
And everything has been for money
Money to split among siblings
Money to buy myself a tracksuit
Money to buy myself some sneakers
Money to give to my mom
Buy her a house too if she wants

And the ugly ones always stop me
And they ask us what we're doing
And we don't say anything
We never answer them

Since 12 years old, stuck in the street
In the problems with my people, don't fail
What I've lived hasn't been in vain
And what you say doesn't count
And no matter how much I try to count, it doesn't add up
Since I was a child in the courts
I missed school for judicial appointments
Among lawyers and prosecutors

I used to want to be a soccer player
Playing in the blocks, on the court
I used to run with the ball
And now I run away from the police
And look, look who would've thought
Before I had nothing
Before I didn't even know what a hundred was
And now I want to have a thousand a day
And how many in this?
How many are the ones who have suffered
They are counted, the ones who are mine
And Peke has finally come out

And everything has been just for money
Money to split among siblings
Everything has been just for money
Money to split among siblings
Money to buy myself a tracksuit
Money to buy myself some sneakers
Money to give to my mom (Uh-oh)
Buy her a house too if she wants (Uh-oh)

Since 12 years old, stuck in the street
In the problems with my people, don't fail
What I've lived hasn't been in vain
And what you say doesn't count
And no matter how much I try to count, it doesn't add up
Since I was a child in the courts
I missed school for judicial appointments
Among lawyers and prosecutors