Pedro

Pedro got a job
He earns well, spends it hard
He's partying and can't believe
That people are smiling at him
For once in his life
And he collects trash in his pocket by the thousands.

He thinks with his head down
Of when he was a deck
Super mouth of my neighborhood and more.
And now he doesn't feel poor
He has chicks, he has cash
And he doesn't want to talk to me anymore.

And to think he used to be good
To take it and shut up.
And to know that now it's ugly
To feel like everyone else.

I told him, crazy dude
Don't rush, take it slow
Because one day you might fall.
And he spends his time complaining
What I have is not enough
I want fame to grow old.

But Pedro didn't listen
And to not overwhelm, in passing
He put a monkey on Libertador.
And for treating people badly
He got angry and snitched
And in jail he gave up his honor.

And to think he used to be good
To take it and shut up.
And to know that now it's ugly
To feel like everyone else.