They don't know anything about me
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And they talk again
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They don't know anything about me
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And they won't shut up
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They don't know anything about me or where I came from or where I went
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They don't know anything about me or why I'm here or what I experienced
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They don't know anything about me and yet they think they are judges of what I wrote
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They don't know the half of school age bullying bullshit
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Of changing schools, being the novelty and having to swallow again
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And dream that everything ends
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Or be someone else and nobody look at you
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They don't know anything about me, they don't know anything about my family either
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They just talk and don't know anything we've had to deal with
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That my mother fell ill for wanting to give me a better future
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That my father wakes up when the sun still sleeps
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They don't know anything about me
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They don't know anything about that
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They don't know anything about bullying or what it's like to be overweight
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They don't know what it is to be looked at differently
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Let them laugh even at how you walk
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Of how you breathe and look and that they hit you instinctively
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They say) (Say, Say)
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They talk, they say, they go, they tell) x3
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(They talk, they say, nothing, they tell) |
They say, but they know nothing of what those voices say
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You can't know me if we haven't even had a brush...
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You don't know anything about José
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You talk about Cyclo and Cyclo
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There are only speakers, so be careful what you cough
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A neighborhood boy, in his room he has his sanctuary
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A notepad, a radio, and his dream of him being on stage
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Hours and hours pen in hand writing while I take care of my brother
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Who would say that it would not be in vain, all those days, winters, summers
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About melodies, violin, bass drum, snare drum and piano...
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Riding in urban, like a knight with rhymes armed
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And you can't know everything I've fought for
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If you have not trodden where I have passed
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I did not look like Antonio stained
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I will continue here even if they believe me exiled
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They say) (Say, Say)
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They talk, they say, they go, they tell) x3
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(They talk, they say, nothing, they tell)
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It advanced every moment but I have a distant memory
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That if I continue it's for me, damn, but see? |
I love what I do
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They don't know anything about me and that's how they criticize |
That I decide who I hang out with, I assess whether to keep walking
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That not everything is so simple, as it paints on that cover
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Because every load today means obstacles every morning
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And you see that the weight of the world makes us fall, and puts those chains on us
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Value having someone who understands when you talk to yourself at dinner
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Feeling each piece of ours makes up what we will be
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And you don't see them but it's the effort towards music that I learned alone
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And it is that without her I do not live, without her I am not, my life has no meaning
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And that other people understand it makes them take me with them
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They say) (Say, Say)
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They talk, they say, they go, they tell) x3
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(They talk, they say, nothing, they tell)
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They don't know anything about me, but they dare to judge me
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They don't know anything about me and yes, today they want to hug me
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I never dreamed, to be able to arrive, to be able to fly and caress the art
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That has given me life and sometimes has made me sigh
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They also do not know about me the pain that I have suffered in my back
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Three years almost without walking, fighting for my desire
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Wanting to give everything and despite everything, today I continue with everything that believe me is not little |
Looking for the way, separating the stones, sewing up my soul that is still in the
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bankruptcy
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They don't know anything about me, about this madness that crushes me
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To see the life of the one who gave my life dwindle and that's it
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Good to value so much, if they do not know the truth
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You should know that I don't give a shit, if I lose a game in which I want
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to be
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They say) (Say, Say)
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They talk, they say, they go, they tell) x3
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(They talk, they say, nothing, they tell)
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They know nothing of loneliness, when you're new in another town
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They don't know anything about me, nor about what I've been able to cry and shout
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That I felt guilty and I stayed dead in that hospital
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That the more time passed I needed more orfidal
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He doesn't know what it's like to be forced to do it, to want to die and leave it
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Feeling like a failure without being one
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They don't know anything I've worked to get here
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That I have left my back scrubbing in a bar every week without being able to go out
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from there
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They do not know what it is to wear used clothes, from your neighbor, nor do they know anything
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They don't know what it's like to leave your life to achieve it, pursue your dream and forge it |
And that they close another door on you, be the shame of Spanish rap
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Because those above do not get wet and there is an audience that is even worse
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They say) (Say, Say)
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(They don't know anything about me)
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(They talk, they say, they go, they tell) x3
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(They talk, they say, nothing, they tell) |