Ser Yo

Those who love me, love me for being me (hey)
Those who hate me, hate me for being me (too)
Those who wish I would die is because they dream how it would be if they could become me (I know it)

If they hate me, they hate me for being me (yes)
If they love me, they love me for being me (hopefully)
If one day I die and come back to life, if I could choose, I would choose to become me in another life

To my friends, thanks for betraying me
To my family, thanks for never supporting me
To my enemies, I thank you (why?) for inspiring me
To God, thank you (amen) for helping me rise

For teaching me to believe so I never get stupid
Today when I look in the mirror, I say: Good day, boss
And with my own voice, today I am my own boss
Mic check, one-two, surpassing the one who coughs

Because I will be in whatever way I want
Except in the way you want me to be
Now as I see fit, keep throwing tar
I don't change because I've already been, I leave that to you as homework

(To me!)

Those who love me, love me for being me (oh)
Those who hate me, hate me for being me (yeah)
Those who wish I would die is because they dream how it would be if they could become me (I know)

If they hate me, they hate me for being me (for being me)
If they love me, they love me for being me (for the same reason)
If one day I die and come back to life, if I could choose, I would choose to become me in another life

Fear of death?
Dad is gone, grandma is gone, and I have family up there (watch over them)
If you're going to shoot me, shoot to kill
And if not, may Jesus bless you (seriously)

Since I was a kid, I've surrounded myself with the people I love the most (uh-huh)
I've always been rich, just that today I have money
And since there's more money, much less vanity
Much fewer friends and many more friendships

Christmases when we had a tough time
Not even for dinner, not for Christmas Eve, man, it's no joke
Today with what C-Kan sings, I've already bought myself two or three cool cars
I come from not having a single bean in the pantry

And working twelve hours a day for biweekly paychecks
Now do you understand why those who throw me down make me feel sorry for them?
I'm the same as anyone, and that's what fulfills me (Ah!)

Those who love me, love me for being me
Those who hate me, hate me for being me
Those who wish I would die is because they dream how it would be if they could become me

If they hate me, they hate me for being me (that's what they want)
If they love me, they love me for being me
If one day I die and come back to life, if I could choose, I would choose to become me in another life