[Intro]
Mama, you were right
Yeah, mama, you were right
Mama, you were right
Yeah, mama, you were right
Mama, you were right
And yeah, hey, hey
[Verse]
My mom told me, "My son, luck doesn't exist."
Before my first steps, I wanted to walk but I couldn't
I watch the other kids at school avoiding their parents like the plague
All I'd want is to see my mom and my dad in the same room
I hung out alone on the city streets for so many years
The impression of being condemned, of living unhappily for life
I've come back ten years later, having become violent for real
Your moms see us from far away because the haram1 follows us closely
At fifteen or sixteen, about fifty on the bench
We went to their city to beat up their older brothers
It wasn't free, in fact, my friend got beat up as payback
I saw more violence in real life than on TV
It won't be necessary to do odd jobs if we have to take out the tools2
Minors, we sent people into comas for nothing
We stole, we sold3
Not to advertise
I grew up in the ZUP4 so I grew up in the stup5, yeah
Blinded by smoke, I saw the time being consumed
Consume to confort me, I dream of being rich deep down inside the subway
I thought about everything that we messed up, the time lost on the terrain
Watching all those filthy rich guys passing by in big cars with tinted windows
They dreamed of having their diplomas, I dreamed of robbing the Brinks at gunpoint
Buy a villa for my mom, making my family safe
But waking up is brutal
Yeah, waking up is brutal
Mama told me, "That's life"
I'm better outside than at home
My friend loses his mind
He told me, "I'm unhappy, I was better when I was in prison"
That's how life goes
I watch cars burn
And I burn them on my turn to tell the world to go fuck itself
In the halal6 they see me as weird, in the haram1 I'm congratulated
We hung out late between us, I didn't want to be idolized
I didn't have a dad, an older brother, nor a gun
Mama, I have my reasons, being a robber is being an asshole
And I have a hard time reasoning, don't trust anyone
They act tough, but we know it's only for show
We know who's afraid of who
Bro, I forgave them
I had nothing but my balls and my knives
Yeah, mama, you were right
Mama, you were right
Mama, you were right
Mama, you were right
Mama, you were right
You lose sleep when your kids are out acting tough
Mama, you were right
Go back to sleep, I understood, yeah, that's it, I grew up
Mama, you were right
My two sons, my friends, my family, they're my life
Mama, you were right
I indulge, yeah I was caught, but I never betrayed anyone
1. a. b. Used to refer to any act that is forbidden by Allah2. The fantasy of using guns and knives3. drugs / other illegal items4. urban development zone5. on drugs6. what is permissible or lawful in traditional Islamic law