That they come to tell me that they want to criticize me
Understand that I'm not God and I can make mistakes
It's very easy for them to slander without caring about anything
They only care about talking when they don't know anything
How many nights on my knees there in front of my bed
I begged God and pleaded with Him so that He would help me
That humiliates and bothers them, and they stay quiet
When they see that a humble soul triumphs everywhere
Nobody came to give me anything, I was born from nothing
And I had to fight a lot, quit the bullsh*t
Because instead of just talking they don't use their time well
A poor man can't move forward, it causes them suffering
That if I arrived too late yesterday, or if I got drunk
That if I bought something expensive it was because I stole it
How many nights on my knees there in front of my bed
I begged God and pleaded with Him so that He would help me
That humiliates and bothers them, and they stay quiet
When they see that a humble soul triumphs everywhere