Bolsillos Rotos

From where I come from, I always had the balls
To push forward with each of my songs
I didn't have help, nor did it for the millions
I want to fly high like airplanes

They tell me: Crazy, go out there and kill them
Before talking about them, you better know them
The ones I have by my side, those are the ones I take care of
And those I bless if God abandons them

I don't want money, but without money
No one is free in this world, we are prisoners
I'm not from the hood, nor am I posh
But if I have kids, education comes first

The street is not for me, nor for them
Where we come from, let's never forget that
I don't do it for me, it's for what I want
Mom, I swear, we'll get out of the hole

They want fame, spotlights, photos
They want the life others have
I want this to change, broken pockets
For dreaming they called us crazy

They want fame, spotlights, photos
They want the life others have
I want this to change, broken pockets
For dreaming they called us crazy

Oh-oh-oh
They called us crazy
They called us crazy
They called us crazy

Mom, I'm playing on the radio
Dedicating you a song so you never cry alone
I never liked drugs
But I want a life of damn rock and roll

And this so you know, bro
Without money, they don't pay attention
I'm risking my life
And they spend their lives playing at making my songs

The wounds on my body
Caused by those who didn't deserve my time
But I don't regret any of that
The bad teaches me, the mistake was always a teacher

In this damn life, I walk content
Rhyming the pain that condemns me inside
Knowing that good things don't last long
And only by being crazy can I dance to the lament

Friends fail when you least expect it
That's why you have to take care of good relationships
When good things come, envy will grow
That's why family always comes first

The bad times pass when I come back home
And those I love come and hug me
Because they are the ones I choose on the journey
They will be with me when my wings fall

When my wings fall
When my wings fall
When my wings fall
When my wings fall

They want fame, spotlights, photos
They want the life others have
I want this to change, broken pockets
For dreaming they called us crazy

They want fame, spotlights, photos
They want the life others have
I want this to change, broken pockets
For dreaming they called us crazy