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Tough with the Motorola, tough like being on the street and stuck in the BlackBerry times
Tough like a motorbike escape, tough like doing business inside a car
Tough like having to run away from the police and catching a cold because of the rain
Escape that ends up in the mountain, clothes stained and covered in mud

Tough like having arms only to find food on the street
And tough like those who work eight-hour shifts with a salary that's worth nothing
And tough because he endures and keeps quiet and because in his mind he never thinks of asking anyone for help
And tough because they do their shift, for a life that has been barely insured

And tough like having a friend who for a simple crime you have deported
And tough being accused without reason and not even having money to pay for a lawyer
And tough without money justice eats you, and it eats you but without meaning
Tough would be like my friend, Coleta who without evidence they already have him locked up

Tough like causes you haven't done, tough like maintaining a roof
Tough those who work in the strait, bad cold that hits you in the chest
Tough like the search of every day and tough because you don't want more police station
Tough because they said he would get out and the next day he's in jail with no way out

And tough all the bad things I've been through and I still would never tell
And tough I always keep it quiet helping the one who least would think
And tough with the hunger of childhood, and tough like knowing your upbringing
And tough because I live with hope, even though I don't have for the belly

And tough we are because despite everything we've lived we keep going forward
And tough what they did in streets millions and they are on the street without making a fuss
And tough despite the bad things I've lived on a base the sure thing is that I sing it
And tough, I don't talk about my people behind their backs and what I talk tough I always say in front

And weak because those who say they have chains and would think that with that they go far
And weak because they know that when you turn thirty only the reflections remain
And tough those who take care of the family, and tough those who love their children
And tough those who take care of the family, they will go far, he says

And soft like those who opened their mouth every time they had a minimal stop with the police
Soft like those who declared at the police station when you know that nothing is ever said there
Soft like they have a side, a side that goes for something and for me I swear they have been nothing
And soft, they are soft, they are soft, they are tough only in a pack

And tough those who keep quiet and face whatever comes
And tough because we know we don't change, have what we have
Weak because they don't know how to capture the realities that are lived here
Weak because at the slightest touch of something they quickly show it off, he says

Tough my friend who spent months locked up and never said anything
Tough because I always made him visits that he never expected
And tough because now he is my brother, sings with me and is up for whatever
And tough because he has never left me, true hour combat and fight

Hey, look, he says
Haha, hey, look
And tough, tough, tough, we always continue
And M.D.L.R have been the tough ones who continue on shift
Those who continue on the street for nothing, hey

Those who take care of the family and their children will go far, ah, ay
And the working class, hey, and the working class
Here your person is not measured by what you have inside your wallet
And the, and the working class, he says, and the working class
Here people are not measured by what you have inside your wallet

And the, and the working class, he says, and the working class
Here people are not measured by what you have inside your wallet
And the, and the working class, he says, and the working class
Here people are not measured by what you have inside your wallet
And the working class, and the working class
Here people are not measured by what you have inside your wallet

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