Un Pobre Con Dinero

I'm six years old again
My mother just separated
The neighbors had good gestures for me
Vacation invited

Stay awake, you have to work
It was another time, another mentality
I still wake up at night sweating
Dreaming of my mother is the best

Receipts to pay
Panama papers, your house is mine, cousin, yes
Only if I come to work
"Work for the rich kid", my mom already said
My grandmother took care of a farm, and before her, her mother

A walk looking at the sea
Houses I can't afford
And in case I could
Who the hell is going to clean them?

A child dreams in the neighborhood
That one day manna will rain
And the swamp wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad

It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad

I don't know what I want to practice
But I know what I don't want to be
I was born without fear of losing
What I gained, I bet
It gives me six fruits every now and then, I hardly enjoy it, I'm very shy
I saved the best for dessert
Since I never bowed down

How much of a gentleman?, a shit for you
You might not like my money
Smile and I see your mouth full of lies

You've seen my tattoos, no wonder you're scared
With the stick you gave, the balls to the post and Shuster's mustache
In my tongue there are Oster blades

A walk looking at the sea
Houses I can't afford
In case I could
Who the hell is going to clean them?

A child dreams in the neighborhood
That one day manna will rain
And the swamp wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad

It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad

You're not from a working-class neighborhood, brother, I smell it
That's why you're afraid of the poor man with money
I'll scrub your floor
I'll tidy up your storage room
I'll take what I can
I'm a bandit

A gas leak and fire
Set it all on fire, I have no attachment
Everything is fake and everything is on fire, yes, to commit crimes without going to jail
I didn't study at your school, see you later, nice to see you
Go in the shade, don't fall
That's how I am, I'll continue until death
A poor man and a stroke of luck

A walk looking at the sea
Houses I can't afford
And in case I could
Who the hell is going to clean them?

A child dreams in the neighborhood
That one day manna will rain
And the swamp wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad

It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad
It wasn't that bad