| Bend your knee, brother
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| To ask for a miracle to your God, take advantage of it and ask for forgiveness
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| Asks to satiate his lot of disturbances
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| He says that to heal his land he will need two deluges
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| Whole, two hundred nights of rain to clean the impurity
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| Three hundred days of death to kill the sadness
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| Because the brothers are killing each other for the dollar
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| For hunger, for a ball, for a woman, for a stone, for glue
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| I see a lot of life that comes and goes
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| I thought it was death until I see that the life that is
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| In vain, one rises and descends with a disembodied soul
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| With so much soulless body here just wandering around with no direction
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| Sometimes it's hard to see the light that makes you believe
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| If each of us has his cross to carry
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| Why doesn't everyone get whipped?
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| Because the little brothers' salary is a receipt for nothing?
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| And I black light-skinned, white dark-skinned
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| I see both sides and I don't see any of the lock
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| I only see one side of the fixed dictatorship
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| I see on all sides what they call hard life
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| I've been told that I'm too white to be black
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| I've been told that I'm too black to be white
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| The color does not matter, because when you come from the ghetto
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| The detector always beeps on the revolving door of the seat
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| Then they complain if you hear Faction, think they are
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| Harmful for kids who are in the world without luck
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| It doesn't take love to generate a life
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| But the lack of that love often leads us to death
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| And the stories are always the same around here
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| Who died yesterday, or who was already sworn to fall
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| Who only hides or who has already found a side to betray
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| You're waiting for the apocalypse, open the newspaper, it's there
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| To see the images, read the news
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| Then tell me who's wrong, a thief or the police?
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| Then he tells me he is guilty, who kills or who dies?
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| Then tell me who's a bastard, what attacks or what runs?
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| They are coin sides, you choose one
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| Good, Evil, Weak, Strong, Buddha, Ogun
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| Much, little, nothing, everything, be, not be
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| Dying, living, just weighing on the earth
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| God gave you a weapon, he didn't ask you to go to war
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| God gave you a soul, you decide how much you make mistakes
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| It doesn't matter which god you choose
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| But you need to believe in something, even if it's just you
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| The world tries to deviate by saying «we are alone»
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| Says that light only exists in your headlights
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| I believe in God even without hearing his voice
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| Because even with all this he still gives us another chance
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| Honestly, I also believe in you
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| Do I believe in myself, freedom? |
| Perhaps
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| Memo with all the misfortune in the world
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| To warn my brothers, tramp, I would be born again
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| And today I am born, and I do with my rap what a letter does
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| But I leave a note behind
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| That if your hope died, brother, fucked
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| She was the last to die, you no longer exist
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| I remember, I can almost see
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| People walking up that dirt street
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| He told me not to cry otherwise he would cry too
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| She was getting ready to leave us
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| Or getting ready to leave us
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| Family… Family is everything
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| Today my family is too big
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| It's immense
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| They say: You changed my life
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| I say: You are my life
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| When you dream big, every room seems to be the first
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| So, this is just the first step once again
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| And we have a lot to learn
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| We are so young, so young... |