Ex 157

Since I was a kid growing up
I formed in my mouth
Disposition, crazy kid, wild life
I made money
I gained fame and power
And we know what the destiny will be

But how I miss the friends who are gone
In this routine of 'we'll meet later'
And in jail, believe me, it's tough
There you learn to become a man

My mother lived only in suffering
And each day her torment increased
When I killed and robbed, it was a normal routine
And every day my photo was in the newspaper
The reward they offered was over 1 million
For my body or my head thrown in a landfill

157 enraged
Was the terror of the slums
But I was lucky in love
I found my Cinderella
I only wore designer clothes
And drove imported cars
But when I fell in love
I saw that I had changed
In the mission I carried out, I still remember the scene
I left a child orphaned
I cried, I felt sorry

In the last robbery, when I was about to stop
I entered the bank and my girl was there
I looked at her and her enchanting smile
And suddenly, many tears fell
She, crying desperately, came to me
Said, my love, don't do this, your father died like this
What will become of our children following this example?
The criminal life for me, has no basis

The heat was on when the police arrived
Shots fired back and forth, and a bullet hit me
I survived death just to reflect
The life of a bandit is no longer for me

Today in faith, that's why I'm here singing
And remembering my sad past
And everyone already knows my story
Thanks to God, ex 157 (4x)