Lei da Semeadura

Out of season stacking trophies
They say I'm illuminated by the skies
Where scoundrel speaks in the name of God, you know
Hey, I prefer the fame of a pact with the devil

Like a wild one without ever feeling sorry for oneself
They want fame, I only want loyalty around me
My privilege was the 'no' from the same assholes
Who now come to ask for money or a share

Who hits forgets, as the saying goes
You guys are a joke
Even to keep the worm at a distance
There's a cost, fact
Be at peace, you don't owe me anything

(I came from the world of the invisible)
But I think they can see me now
Like a bank calling me a special client
I still see slaves to gain
Going crazy over field slaves
Someone here has to speak the truth

My best friend is intuition
Second are my books
Since my mother lies here
Some who were always here
I haven't seen in a while
I'm losing friends and gaining peace

I had to make more money than followers
Not everyone understood
And to all my fans who expected less
Sorry, but I continue to be me

Praying for the best, expecting the worst
Victories and falls are temporary
Praying for the best, expecting the worst
Only war is eternal, I know the king only wants the head

Damn, I've already won from what I've seen up close and done
I wasn't even supposed to be here telling these stories
I know the price of intelligence, how wisdom hurts
Irony, maybe God had mercy

From heaven, I only want rain, I'm already grateful for life
And if I could, I'd do it all over again
Only when they see me dead can they say they took everything
And even then, it's still doubtful

When I say I am who I am
I'm not trying to be better than anyone
It's just that within me dwells a certainty
That the slums will listen
Understand and believe that they can too

It's that I've seen the toughest
Come out of the most precarious places, you know
And every change that happened in my life
Started with the simple fact of believing in the improbable

Today I believe I'm prepared
Prepared for the best, prepared for the worst
Prepared for life, prepared for death
And you, buddy?
And the so-called law of sowing for you
Does it comfort you or leave you in shock?