This is how I learned
This is how I've grown
And I learned to trust my mother's advice
Mom, please, don't open the door to the police
She wouldn't open it, because it was the station
That a friendly hand, is not the one you trust
And you don't spit on the hand that feeds you
Growing over time, and seeing the hustle
Some would take your whole life for theirs

Look without thinking, I neglect the bad
I never forget that someone helped me
I'm happy having many, rather than few friends
I'm always the same
with the one who didn't turn away
Friends were two, over time they were four
Later it was a group and they wanted to take away the device
Envy grew, when your dealings grow
It becomes very expensive when they take away the cheap

I'm not saying it to sound nice
Envy is a problem, and the problem a crime
I can't let myself down, if I don't take from anyone
No one will ever take away even a single number from me

And look how long, how long is the road
Everyone talks and no one changes the destiny
Of very bitter drinks, of ruins and not of wines
First team, we compete with none
In tracksuit I went down, looks were few
I taught music and didn't talk about coke
And the one who listened to it went crazy
The one who listened to it went crazy

Before, for the bikes I didn't have a penny
Now in the steering wheels kids pay everything to touch
Arrested they told me I was a masochist
Now they stop me, their mouth opens
Even though they say stop, I swear I won't stop
If my mother smiles then here I will continue
If today is something bad, tomorrow I will laugh
If I go to jail, I won't ask anyone
I don't know what's going on, or what will happen tomorrow
My mother is the only one who will be with me
I don't talk about nerves, I don't know about anxiety
I don't tell anyone because it's not worth anything
Over time I saw that everything was evil
The hand that is given, is not even taken away anymore
Over time I saw that everything was evil
Life alone, life is more beautiful

Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't ask anyone even if I need
Oh-oh-oh-oh, the one who speaks ill then criticizes you
Oh-oh-oh-oh, in life everything bad resists
Oh-oh-oh-oh, but the good avoids all that
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't ask anyone even if I need
Oh-oh-oh-oh, the one who speaks ill then criticizes you
Oh-oh-oh-oh, in life everything bad resists
Oh-oh-oh-oh, but the good avoids all that

No, no, it's not that much, I was playing the fool
I was on the street but everything is slow
Feelings and moments
Mom told him I don't want the center
It's not that much, it's not for crying
I look at the sky, I fly with the wind
It's not a story, I never lie
Daily problems but I'm happy

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