They call me at home
the good boy of home
because what I earn
I give it to my mom
They don't know at all
the life I'm doing
they think I work
and earn honorably
The money I earn
won't give me an income
I only ask to god
for luck to not leave me
What a shame for me
the day they throw the gauntlet
and have no freedom
I'll cry and vote blood
if I can't help them
But no matter what
I'll keep fighting for my loved one
I'll keep robbing if it's necessary
and with these hands night and day
I'll get my family off the ground