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Tr. Fact
SHB
My friend

And never in my life had I thought
That someone would do something bad to me in return
Because time changed that person
Because someone else won and he didn’t see anything in return
And I don’t complain if the other one has won
It leaves you on the street after winning
I worry if I can have
But what I can dream of on the street someday
Before I wanted to become a lawyer
And that the bad wouldn’t happen to me

And thanks to God I don’t complain about the singing
Also what I’ve lived and now I can relax
And I don’t complain because I have a home
And with people, I behave with respect
In a way that they say the kid has to know how to respect
That’s why I’m not dumb
On the street, I even know who to deal with
And I don’t take my eyes off even my buddy
Like if someone is gonna try to walk over me
Though I’ve seen how many limp
And for my discomfort, my way of being
With people I know how to be, who hasn’t lived in the song

I’ve seen bills that you can’t even imagine
And on corners, I never put myself to talk
Because he wasn’t a friend, I was just a kid
And seeing those bills, I wanted to get them
They’ve said ugly things, and then I’ve seen it in person
Morad, hey, I don’t want to die
I tell him I don’t do that, if I love
Living peacefully, well, just living
But I’ve seen how many from the street can demand you fast
And we know how to coexist but only us
The outsider isn’t wanted because he looks weird
If you come with respect and keep quiet, we’ll be different
And how can you accept without having expensive things?
I don’t record cars, luxury, it’s crazy

I know what it’s like to have stacks and then not make it to bills
Time passes, a bill, and let’s see how long it lasts
And with that word, nothing is guaranteed
So it doesn’t go in an imminent way
There are people who feel envy because someone else has more
And no matter how much you explain to people, you’re lying
No matter how much you show off
And checkmate, even already lost

On the street, I’ve met kids, they’re suicidal
Without a shield, with a cure, they play with life
Forty brown bars and there’s no doubt about that
Don’t mess with me or tell me stories about Lo' Pepito'
That if Fulanito has it, that if Menguito succeeded
I hustle on my own even if I’m small
Grateful for the moments, I get, I insist on no one
Destiny has put each one in their place

And each one don’t talk
And each one don’t talk
And don’t talk, and don’t talk

Hot neighborhood, sometimes it happens and you talk by signs
Or if it happens then you make the tricks
Used to seeing corrupt cops in my area, they hurt you
Putting charges on people who now serve some years
And they did nothing but find a way out
Then explain that charge was a father with three kids
The foreman walks out without charges
On the street, more than one suffered what an embargo is
Love for the street, hate for the blues
If it happens, better you don’t greet it
The street, M. D, M.D.L.R
M.D.L.R, M.D.L.R

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