The tears that I cannot forget
I didn't grow up like you, in my house there is no money
Necessary to live
Poverty was my ticket to leave

Like you, in my house there is no money
Necessary to live
Poverty was my ticket to leave
It was my pride to have been born poor
Always humble and with a noble gaze
Sad paths with a couple of blessings
Since they protect me from
The envious and betrayals
Not to bite the hand that feeds me, my father taught me
And to the cruel people, "screw them"
Thank you, my mother, for everything you gave me
For those 9 months you carried me in your belly
We grew up poor, but never sad
We lost a warrior, but never sad
We lost a warrior whom
You always loved
Today I feel crazy, maybe tomorrow sad
I love you, mom, in case I don't get to say goodbye

I walk with dirty sneakers
As a child, I didn't have luxuries

I didn't grow up like you, in my house there is no money
Necessary to live
Poverty was my ticket to leave

Like you, in my house there is no money
Necessary to live
Poverty was my ticket to leave

Welcome to Querétaro
The land of the forbidden
The chaos hasn't left
I protect myself from death
False friends, drugs, bullets
Be careful in case you slip
The streets smell of lead
And the bullets are hot
Time heals my wounds on a cold night
I miss my family, my joy returns
I live in agony, when will the day be?
That I see your eyes again
And also your smile

I didn't grow up like you, in my house there is no money
Necessary to live
Poverty was my ticket to leave
I didn't leave like you, in my house there is no money
Poverty was my ticket to leave
Always humble and with a noble gaze
Not to bite the hand that feeds me, my father taught me

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