Junior H - Dicen

Dicen que entre carnales, no existe la envidia
Pero son las riñas, tienen pura hipocresía
Hoy en día ya no existe ni la familia
Sé que les fastidia no están cuando necesitas

Ni pedo qué le hacemos, puro para arriba
Vibras positivas, sativa pa' andar arriba
Inyecto en mi mente las líneas de energía
No hablo de fingirlas, sino ser trucha en la vida

Mi padre me dejo cuando yo estaba morro
Mi adicción al motor resultaba adrenalina
De chavalon me criaba mi abuelita
Mi misma jefita me daba la espalda encima

Dicen que porque soy maleducado
Mal hablado criticando
Pues a mí nadie me ha criado
Gafas negras, marihuano

Odio la gente que habla de humildad
O dicen lealtad, solo hablan por hablar
El que la verga, no sé poner las letras
La gente se entera, se lo ganan y respetan

Vengo de casa muy humilde, y la pobreza
Recuerdos, tristeza, sabes, de pies a cabeza
Aquí sigo tirando, los grandes me esperan
Todos le tiramos, pero no cualquiera llega

Que me ven siempre vestido en ropas negras
Critican mi estilo, pero nadie se me acerca
Dicen que porque soy maleducado
Mal hablado criticando
Pues a mí nadie me ha criado
Gafas negras, marihuano

They say that between family, envy doesn't exist
But it's the fights, they're full of hypocrisy
Nowadays, family doesn't even exist
I know it bothers them, they're not there when you need them

Whatever, what can we do, only upwards
Positive vibes, sativa to get high
I inject lines of energy into my mind
I'm not talking about faking it, but being shrewd in life

My father left me when I was a kid
My addiction to engines was adrenaline
My grandmother raised me as a child
My own mother turned her back on me

They say it's because I'm ill-mannered
Bad-mouthed, criticizing
Well, nobody raised me
Black glasses, marijuana smoker

I hate people who talk about humility
Or say loyalty, they just talk for the sake of talking
The one who's got it, I don't know how to spell it
People find out, they earn it and respect it

I come from a very humble home, and poverty
Memories, sadness, you know, from head to toe
Here I am still striving, the greats await me
We all try, but not everyone makes it

They see me always dressed in black clothes
They criticize my style, but nobody approaches me
They say it's because I'm ill-mannered
Bad-mouthed, criticizing
Well, nobody raised me
Black glasses, marijuana smoker