Dolor y Coraje

What do I care if my woman leaves
Sorrow and kindness don't feed me
I'm not an amateur, I know they're all fake
Just need the moment to make it happen, eh

People have so much ego until they're faceless
I don't even warn them the first time, bro, you should wake up
If it hurts, take the pain, merge with it
Because to learn well, it has to hurt well too

You made three trips and think you're Miñanco
And when it comes down to it, you weren't that much
If you're just someone, bro, with someone by your side
Clown, in short, you're nobody, my brother

I have something in my head that I can't fix
Almost nothing hurts me and almost nothing makes me happy
Thirty years, thirty whores, thirty kilos
I get new ones before I even ask for them

Why should I trust you if to get in the mood
You'd put your mother on bail for a night of monkey
I go for it, even if I'm wrong
Because a determined man is worth more than four prepared ones

Some look for excuses, others for reasons
The first ones die of hunger, the second ones never, cousin
They want me to fall and I don't give a damn
Because even from the ground, bro, I know how to make a fortune

I keep selling on the street, cousin
With gypsies, non-gypsies, blacks, and Algerians
I face the bumps along the way
Ready for those who left, ready for those who came

Hey, I keep selling on the street, cousin
With gypsies, non-gypsies, blacks, and Algerians
I face the bumps along the way
Ready for those who left, ready for those who came

I go down with an old tracksuit
They respect me for who I am, that's why I don't care
That they're transparent doesn't mean they're good, girl
Glass is also transparent and, cousin, look how it cuts

I have my head messed up
I have a past as a thief and a drug dealer
I have your mother talking about it
And I also have a gold house hanging from my neck

I go out there without fear when I go out
Because I know every man is afraid of something
You're just a fake with confused ideas
Because you talk about whores you don't fuck and guns you don't use

Would you send me a message
if I were begging under the bridge passage?
Where are those who loved you in 2020?
They say they'd give their life for you and wouldn't even go to jail

I-I can't take it anymore, my plan is beyond me
There are missing people, cousin, I know where they are
Your favorite rapper is my bitch, my fan
My clan doesn't suck, and if it does, it's no longer part of my clan

I grew up where the elders
offer drugs and punches before advice
Keep going because one mistake alone, asshole
is a specific failure, but not an absolute one

I keep selling on the street, cousin
With gypsies, non-gypsies, blacks, and Algerians
I face the bumps along the way
Ready for those who left, ready for those who came

Hey, I keep selling on the street, cousin
With gypsies, non-gypsies, blacks, and Algerians
I face the bumps along the way
Ready for those who left, ready for those who came