Fragile

People often hate me, criticize me
But basically, I think they just don’t get my, my way of living
They think I flaunt what I have, show off my achievements
Because I want to look cool, but really
I just hope to inspire all those kids who, like me, never had anything
And who know that with hard work, they can achieve something

You think it’s easy for people like me
There aren’t even tears left here
Now that everyone’s got my name in their mouths
You shout at me: Get lost
This success is gonna break my heart
It’ll make it fragile (Money Gang), fragile

Kids on the street, eh, they want it all
They take everything, they got nothing, eh
Empty heads, empty pockets, out of the house, eh
They dream of the spotlight
It only reflects for a couple seconds
They talk little with their parents and
Everything goes wrong, eh
I laugh with others, cry alone
You want me dead, eh
You want my spot, you want my wrist
You want my bank account, eh
I still speak the language of the blocks
I don’t talk, my eyes do the talking
Even though I got pop hits on the radio
Some love me, some hate me
You better get in line
I smoke until I can’t spit anymore
Ass on a six grand, gas
I still remember my life before
Those buildings, the smells, the faces
From the drug corners to the squares
But they put the kids in my arms

You think it’s easy for people like me
There aren’t even tears left here
Now that everyone’s got my name in their mouths
You shout at me: Get lost
This success is gonna break my heart
It’ll make it fragile, fragile