Whether you're rich or poor
In the end, it's the same
The same accounts to settle before the Almighty
I try to keep faith
Between angel and demon, I can be both at once
Mom trusts me, she says I'm brave
To get her out of trouble, I could give an arm
The homeland counts on me at the end of the month
I no longer have the strength to raise the 'oid'

Always the same, I haven't changed
I've hurt people, I'm sorry
At night at home, I scratch 16 to console myself
Always the same ones who followed me
And the same ones who hated me
I haven't changed teams
The beginning of a story that is being written

Mom, I'm hurting
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
At night I wonder what will be the problem of tomorrow
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
Mom, I'm hurting, Mom, I'm hurting

More often under the porch than at home
The team is reduced every season
I was told "MHD, go it alone
No one will follow you into your coffin"
Trust is bought, friendship doesn't pay
If love is blind for Mom I'm Ray Charles
An eye on my watch, my time is approaching
Before moving from here I want to make my loved ones dance

Always the same, I haven't changed
I've hurt people, I'm sorry
At night at home, I scratch 16 to console myself
Always the same ones who followed me
And the same ones who hated me
I haven't changed teams
The beginning of a story that is being written

Mom, I'm hurting
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
At night I wonder what will be the problem of tomorrow
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
Mom, I'm hurting, Mom, I'm hurting
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
At night I wonder what will be the problem of tomorrow
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
Mom, I'm hurting, Mom, I'm hurting

And as time goes by
I realize that success is never far away
I was far from the glitz
I always dread when I step on the stage
I hear the noise of the crowd
Mom, don't worry, your son will hold up
I'm not complaining, I have my family around me
They say I'm going to shine so I'm waiting my turn

Mom, I'm hurting
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
At night I wonder what will be the problem of tomorrow
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
Mom, I'm hurting, Mom, I'm hurting
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
At night I wonder what will be the problem of tomorrow
I try to make my way but the jealous ones are there
Mom, I'm hurting, Mom, I'm hurting

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