Yeah, yeah, ah
I was different from the kids in my area
I spoke little, stayed alone after school, eh
I stayed at my grandma's and learned her dialect
While outside in the driveway, the cars were in line, eh
I had less nice clothes than the other kids, not because I was unlucky
My mother didn't do it on purpose to find a house
Without a job that could support me and my sister
A kid asks me, waits for my answers
I talk to him as if he were my little brother
I care about the kids, after all, I was so weak too
And I stood with my nose outside the expensive boutiques
I liked the rides and didn't want to get off
I liked those games, but I couldn't get them
I liked being with you, but you turned your back on me
There I swear I couldn't believe it, but (ah-ah-ah)

Eh, I will come back to you
Like yet another mistake of a boy from the neighborhood
We can't ruin what we've done, ah, ah
Eh, every time that (every time that)
I think back to the days when I was there alone in the neighborhood
We are the defendants in someone else's story, ah, ah

Ah, how much discomfort I felt comparing myself (sure)
When I ended up playing at other people's houses (yes)
They were always many, at my house nothing (nah)
Not even on my birthday because there wasn't space
For friends, for a dog, for cuddles
Or for what is necessary to feel normal
In first grade, I got out an hour earlier
The other kids envied me
No one imagined that I was already going to the psycho
I disobeyed my mom, she wanted me on the books
Her father illiterate, didn't even know how to read
While this infamous law taught where you go wrong
The street taught us kids how to correct
But when those thousands turned into millions
I lost more than one brother chasing money
I've already seen enough, you learn it, homie
Abundance divides more than deprivations (ah-ah-ah)

Eh, I will come back to you
Like yet another mistake of a boy from the neighborhood
We can't ruin what we've done, ah, ah
Eh, every time that (every time that)
I think back to the days when I was there alone in the neighborhood
We are the defendants in someone else's story, ah, ah

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