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How my friends see it
Now I don't bring money
They will continue to be the same
Or tell me honestly
What is valuable is my person
I am still the austere one
br/>Many don't turn around to see me
Because I don't have to give them
Not even a call
You miss out on saying hello to me
I'm going to cut cash
Even with my own blood
Money does not make a man
Man does not make money
It may be luxurious
He who was born austere
But I am still the same
Because my school is on the hill
I don't want them to come close to me
Those who left in bad times
So as not to make them look down on them
And go to feel ugly
You better keep your distance
Because I've already become a matrero
I've already run out of fear
And it hurts that I have nothing
I've already danced with my s ugly
And I danced the whole round
The bag full of stones
It left me hard to the core
Everything I have told you
It has happened to me a hundred times percent
From seeing so many differences
I bring a lot of feeling
The sack full of stones
It was my cross for a long time