No es lo mismo
Camin
It's Not the Same
(The old lady's waiting for me at home)
(The old lady's waiting for me at home)
Marufa on the track
Yo Kilvertz
The old lady's waiting for me at home
Praying that I come back
'Cause there are a lot of snitches
Who want to see me behind bars
But I’m not gonna let that happen
Mama, I swear to you
And I’m not thinking of backing down
Until I pull you out of the dark
Without you, it’s not the same
What’s the point of all this?
Not even all the money
If I’m not the same
Fighting with my mind
With my depression
To look better
There are two kinds of people
The one who loves you and cares
Or the one who destroys you and just leaves
Loneliness and the gun
The junkie with his paper
The same life, just a different way
I swore you wouldn’t be alone
What I’ve learned, I learned on my own
To hustle and fill my pockets
For mama, it doesn’t matter how
How many struggles we went through at home
And just like when my world was falling apart
I’ve sold sand in the desert
To pull you out of the deep
Deep
Lying down
Of these bastards, how many helped me?
Brother
They call you
But for the good times
No one’s around for the bad
Without you, it’s not the same
What’s the point of all this?
Not even all the money
If I’m not the same
Fighting with my mind
With my depression
To look better
There are two kinds of people
The one who loves you and cares
Or the one who destroys you and just leaves
It’s the kid from the van
It’s the roosters with the roosters with the roosters
