Vale La Pena

You won't believe
My friends
I was
More
Poor
Than you all
I was also
A respectful
Farmer
Abiding by the laws
But the times
We live in
Playing
Fair
Is not
Possible
I used to hang out
With the rich
In my town
I planted
My sesame
On a fallow
Hill
Getting paid
Two
Thousand
I never made
Any money

Now
My crops
Are different
From before
I don't even remember
I started
To think
I wanted
To show off
A new
Car
And I planted
Only weed
On the hillside

Now
I walk around
Very fancy
They call me
Mr. So-and-so
I have two
Or three
Lovers
And some
New trucks
Money
To spend
Now
I live
Drinking
And if
Things get wild
Then bills
When
He pocketed
Two
Three bundles
Of those
That have
The deer
The police
And the cops
Even scratch
My hand

Let them sing
The tradition
My ballads
And songs
Because in the end
I won't
Take
The millions
Bring beer
Bartender
Because in the end
The hill
Answers