I never had enough for a cruise, even if it poured rain
Navigating the streets with my thoughts and dreams
My mother would call me, saying money
Means nothing if it’s your priority
I didn’t heed her warnings
Started losing myself, couldn’t find my way
In battles, I struggled, getting used to problems
Grateful for what I have, even if I could leave
I was a hustler before a singer, known as “El Negro” before Milo
Questioning God now, knowing Mom will guide fate
Grew up fast, less friends, more pressure
But a zero won’t change me if Morón stays with me
They’re recording uncut, making their notes
Selling five a cut, twelve stamped passports
They do it with support, not just luck
Lovers of death, sharing all in life
Drug dens are art, money painted like Picasso
Drinking from the same glass, boasting of no rejection
Everyone seeking kisses, they seek weight
Money makes them obsessed, wanting fat pockets
Today I remembered when I struggled, lacking money, no dreams
My values from the West, seeing humanity scarce elsewhere
A messenger from above, communicating with difficulty
With a calm community, how do they cope, how do they cope?
Sometimes demons enchant me, packages pricier than Mona Lisa
Dark wars, my mind freezes, bullets flying in the breeze
They wanted me without a profession, wanted to push me off a cliff
I turned dark, saw them as fiction, now building three towers
Hustler before a singer, known as “El Negro” before Milo
Questioning God now, knowing Mom will guide fate
Grew up fast, less friends, more pressure
But a zero won’t change me if Morón stays with me
From M in W to M in L’Hospitalet
My life fell apart, but if it’s settled now, it’s because I crowned myself
Easy to talk about us with bread on the table and sneakers on our feet
(Easy to talk about us with bread on the table and sneakers on our feet)
I never had enough for a cruise, even if it poured rain
Navigating the streets with my thoughts and dreams
My mother would call me, saying money
Means nothing if it’s your priority
Hustler before a singer, known as “El Negro” before Milo
Questioning God now, knowing Mom will guide fate
Grew up fast, less friends, more pressure
But a zero won’t change me if Morón stays with me