La Lotería

What a racket that dog makes
When you see the hunger from afar
I run in my lane
I don’t step on anyone’s toes
You should see how damn good it feels
To look everyone in the eye

What’s my fault in this?
Because the lazy ones can’t find their luck
Just sitting there
Waiting for someone to knock on their door
If you want the lottery
At least buy a ticket

Only the rain comes from the sky
And sometimes it just clouds over
And even though the sun shines bright
Not everyone likes to get their neck burned

Get your hands moving
Instead of just talking
Better ask me for advice
So you can actually make something of your life

I’ve never been greedy
Nor do I care what others have
I get up at 6 so that in my house
There’s always some pork chops
If I don’t mess with your business
Don’t mess with mine

Soon enough you’ll see
When the stallion is fine
Even in the way it walks
I’m not looking for trouble
But if you find me, I won’t back down
What I’ve got isn’t a toy, just to make it clear

Only the rain comes from the sky
And sometimes it just clouds over
And even though the sun shines bright
Not everyone likes to get their neck burned

Get your hands moving
Instead of just talking
I’ve already given you three pieces of advice
So you can actually make something of your life