Hope

Ah, before I used to say: When will the gray days pass?
Now I realize we were super happy
I became a man because of the scars
And even without food and money, I won't let anyone step on me

I never had a closet full of expensive clothes
But I never let that demotivate me
I swore to my father that one day everyone would see my face
And now my niggas see it daily, they have it tattooed

I was under the sun digging with pick and shovel
Wondering: When will all this shit pass?
My forehead was always held high, nothing stopped me
Because my son was waiting for his bottle to have dinner

Nineteen years old, very inexperienced
Quite immature and little patience
Playing at being famous but I had no audience
My dad told me: Find a job, I don't know what you're thinking

I visited the stores, none accepted me
They said: I'll call you, and no one ever called me
Thank God the damn phone never rang
Because that forced me to lock myself at home to work on my block
The girl left, took the kid away

And I don't judge her because, what future could I give her?
From my perspective, I didn't see the light at the end of the tunnel
But among warriors, the strongest face common things
And I didn't follow the herd, I was always a rebel fish

And from Monday to Monday, freestyle, beats, and weed
I fell a thousand times and a thousand times I came back stronger
Although sometimes in the neighborhood you even lose hope
Police and deaths, the threats on Fridays

With my brothers even though we didn't come from the same womb
We were born poor but still human
My grandmother instilled values that never fade

A millionaire friend told me about his life
And how he grew up with a broken family
His parents had money and fancy cars
But they didn't even have time to give him a hug

Ah, at this moment I'm crying because I've written a thousand songs
And I wonder: Until when?
If the people who listen to me will always support me
If I will truly leave the neighborhood or die waiting

Ah, greetings to all my homies
To the 6 and Kitre who walked in my shoes
Jhon, daddy, how many trips without pay
But he was always by my side with his heart
And maybe this is just another song

That won't win me a Grammy, not even a million
But at least I hope it serves as motivation
For those who like me come from the alley
From scratch where eating well is the mission
And luxury is secondary, before it was all an illusion

But now I have a nation backing me
Faith is always my guide, God has my back
Since I was a child I've always been just a dreamer
And dreams are just dreams until you put them into action
Caracas-born like Alfredo Sadel and Oscar de León

Always against the cops for their damn corruption
I'm the underestimated one, I'm the misunderstood
I won't fail, I'm committed to greatness
Pains and heartbreaks in my broken heart
The lost boy who has a thousand reasons to win

Hey Gabo, light one up
We're gonna keep making money
For us and for the family
Say it, Sanabria
Trap Money Gang