| Not to say that I didn't talk about hate
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| I say that this is not good for me
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| So I exclude from what my soul contains
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| I still feel disgusted, sorry and angry at someone
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| But I know that my way, my bad, my flaw
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| Make someone feel that way for me too
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| I grew up without a mother, no one can take the place
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| I closed my chest, and I went 7 years without crying
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| When I cried, it was for my soul to wash
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| So I locked myself up, shut up, surrendered
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| And I cried for 7 hours non-stop
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| Today I just want to smile
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| My armored heart limits the words
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| that can achieve
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| So speak up asshole attacks whoever fights for you
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| My soul pulverizes the knife of those who try to hurt me
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| «and if» says Rashid, I say «and only»
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| We know what our heart says is best
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| Each one listens to the voice of God in a way
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| So if you want to change me so I can do it right
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| So do you, since you're so perfect (hahaha)
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| I see that lack of discipline is…
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| You can let the evil servants life teach
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| I collect partners on the walk
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| Enemies I don't collect, I don't relate, I don't get emotional
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| I don't feel anything for them
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| I say thank you to my Lord
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| for being who i am
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| For knowing who I met
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| For having loved who loved me
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| For having lived what I lived
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| And yes… thank you Lord
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| For having more people for me than against me
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| Nobody paid my bills
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| Nobody wiped my tears
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| Nobody lived my life
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| Nobody wrote my pages
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| God gave us mouth yes, to eat, to speak...
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| But he didn't just give his mouth, the shit comes from elsewhere
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| My feeling grows, creates wings wants to fly
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| Then I write rap and let it go for someone to hear
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| I like some, naturally others will hate it
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| But I do it for myself, it's wrong if I change to please you
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| And not to say that I didn't talk about hate
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| I say, "why talk?"
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| Talking about the devil
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| It's like an invitation for him to enter
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| I've seen spirits no matter how many people believe
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| And my guess is that among the living there is much more evil
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| That's why I need you to avoid
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| too much politics
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| Promises of a better world
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| It barely teaches writing, saying that enough
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| Know the table by color
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| They limited the smallest
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| No chance for the boy to become a doctor
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| But it was enough for him to go to the street
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| In the rat fever actually touching the terror
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| A brother dies from shots in the street from behind
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| It makes me think about it more, and forget about the banal things
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| Crazy world that takes my niggas
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| They disappear over the years
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| Where did we come from, where are we going
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| We all sin, why do we judge ourselves?
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| Then…
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| I just want a memo, it's a good hangout with my partner
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| To see that in people's lives
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| We need to look for much more than money
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| Maybe one day we will learn to give more value
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| For what brings us peace
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| And less value for what brings income
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| Go to your farm
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| With their heads of cattle
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| On your silver mercedes
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| With your model by your side
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| Jump in the pool with your girl, my friend
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| Now wake up, it's time to get off your crowded bus
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| Virgin boys of suffering in life
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| They will fart when the animal catches
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| And press you
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| Leaves have fallen, times have passed
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| Many lied, many were wrong
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| But many ran after the damage
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| Dedicated, then turned around
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| And they got it right
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| The works will be built, I learned from my father who is a bricklayer
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| I played with my own cement spoon in the clay
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| watching the warrior
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| Carrying brick, just for fun
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| Or to see the proud look of that nigga
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| Coming from Piauí building much more here than rubble
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| Strength and courage for my family
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| From blood and from the street, from the light of the lamp
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| And also from the moonlight
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| For those who identify themselves, show their friends
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| And can you say that this one is yours, speak?
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| I've had too much hate, today I only seek love
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| Much peace, much love, I went! |