En El Juego y El Amor

You won't believe
My friends
I was
Poorer
Than you all
I was
Also
A respectful
Farmer
Abiding by the laws
But the times
We live in
Playing
Fair
I don't know
If
I could
I used to hang out
With the rich
From 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 trucks
From this year
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 the heirs
Play
My songs
And ballads
Because
In the end
I won't
Take
The millions
Bring beer
Bartender
Because
In the end
The hill
Answers