A mother gives birth
That child looks like the father
A cross is drawn
Filtering him from evil
But it is inevitable
The mission in the whole world
It's killing us like that for money
But in their own eyes
This world is not God's
Years go by,
That marriage is already divorced
I don't even respect it anymore ,
The family never broke up
The boy learned to live alone
He only practiced about the bad
And he saw things
Life on the street is so short
About curiosities, dad never talked to him about that
No one speaks for someone else's head, the people always say
One hand itches the other
This is how my grandmother raised me
When I hung out in the neighborhood and I didn't pay any attention to him
When he rejected me, I understood what he was saying
But how do I bring peace to my heart living in war?
Where will my children be? Even if it is on earth
No one wants to continue to carry that message
First your family, do not distance yourself from your blood
I wanted to be someone…
The Melody of the Street
The Melody of the Street
br/>First I want to say good night to everyone
To those who don't know me
This is my first album with W&Y Records
I'm not going to sell you a million copies
br/>I don't even go for that movie of believing myself more than others
I prefer to go with the truth,
To demonstrate my purpose in THIS life
And reach your consciousness
“Like many, I have been humiliated several times,
I have trusted friends, shaking their hand
Without expecting anything in return, without offending anyone,
But it is almost always the same, at the same time end of everything,
In the long run I was betrayed, but I also knew how to lose
To be able to hold great sessions,
I forgot about the complexes and those who don't like it
Seeing myself progress …
That day I knew was going to come, with my only faith,
Believe in myself”
Thank you my God
For giving me the talent to create emotions
Of power touch the spirit of those who listen to me
For being the one who gave music to my life
To discover the intensity of love
So I can laugh, cry, suffer, fall in love
Until I grow old with lyrics that have no time
They have no date or age
Above all,
Thank you Lord, because you kept me in mind
What is it to not make an album for the sake of making it,
It is respect so that they respect you

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