Write me and tell me where
It'll arrive over there, it'll arrive over there
You ask and you won't know the name
My bro won't talk, my bro will talk
He asks me, 'How are you?', I don't answer
I watch the sky, you the sunset
Beautiful when you smile, you look like Rihanna, you feel me
You want kids but I've already got too much trouble
You know me, I was poor, now I live like a star
My friends were poor, now we empty the bar
You know how much I suffered
How many friends on the street I've lost
And even today I'm lost, whoa-oh
Tell me what you think when you see me on TV
I wanted to get on MTV too
We broke up, I've got my reasons
You don't understand me, you can't understand me
Raised without toys, I didn't throw tantrums
Outside there's sun and your curly hair
My dream was to get rich
Now I'm alone, but it's alright like this
Write me and tell me where
It'll arrive over there, it'll arrive over there
You ask and you won't know the name
My bro won't talk, my bro will talk
She comes from Colo-Colombia
She looks for me, but I don't listen to her
You got it, yeah, yeah, she's Colombian
She and I like Pablo and Tata
One, dos, tres, yes, and thanks to the hood
And if I think of the past I feel bad
Think about what they did to Nelson Mandela
Twenty-seven years locked up there
Don't get down, no, no, bro
We've all got a chance
Hello, hello, don't worry
Tomorrow, Inshallah, freedom
Write me and tell me where
It'll arrive over there, it'll arrive over there
You ask and you won't know the name
My bro won't talk, my bro will talk