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Preacher Luo, Apocalypse 16
I was dead, but I know that today I live
Two decades of hip-hop
Take my fruit
Taste!

I know who I am
I know where I'm going
I know where I came from
I know who put me here
Jesus is the gardener and we are the trees
To the sound of His voice my soul flourishes

Fruits are born, flowers grow
He entered my house, He entered my life
He took care of every leaf, took care of every branch
Made a beautiful canopy sprout in dry land

I am the seed that did not dry in the Sun
I am the seed that the bird did not devour
I am the seed that the thorn did not suffocate
I am the tree of good fruits
And it was God who planted me

A tree that produces nothing turns into firewood
Only serves to burn and turns to ash in the fire
Purifies the climate, generates good fruits
Purifies the climate, generates good fruits

I will do everything the Word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots
I will do everything the Word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots

I send a shout out to the GF's who wish me well
The Warriors of the Future who don't tremble for anyone
I know there are many
I know they are on various missions
They multiply daily
And already number in the millions

They are in various neighborhoods, slums, states
And it's always a pleasure to revisit them
Some are sprouting
Others are already producing
Some are tired, their leaves are falling

No problem, leave it with us, boss
I only ask that you bless
All this new generation

Wherever I go I sing love
Wherever I arrive I bring peace
That's why I have the affection of the children
And I also have the respect of the parents

My lyrics are medicinal plants
Without side effects
Without multinational patents
They heal drug addicts and prevent abortions
Relieve fatigue, put smiles on faces

A tree that produces nothing turns into firewood
Only serves to burn and turns to ash in the fire
Purifies the climate, generates good fruits
Purifies the climate, generates good fruits

I will do everything the Word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots
I will do everything the Word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots

Look at the Amazon
There are a lot of trees there
There are several in Minas that are firm and don't fall
In Bahia it's only brave, strong trunks, deep roots
In the Federal District the orchards are green and virile

Hey, Rio!
Whoever saw you, the forest climbs the hill and descends on the other side
Breaks the concrete and sprouts even on the asphalt
There are so many rare plants, they even come out of the beach sand
Pernambuco also has plenty
Sweet fruits in Goiás
Santa Catarina is just sweet fruit

São Paulo, my land
I have here leafy compatriots
Only hardwood in Amapá, Espírito Santo
Not even the cold prevents the harvest from being abundant in Porto Alegre

A tree that produces nothing turns into firewood
Only serves to burn and turns to ash in the fire
Purifies the climate, generates good fruits
Purifies the climate, generates good fruits

I will do everything the Word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots
I will do everything the Word tells me
Because no axe will cut my roots

This is a song dedicated to all the seeds
That fell on dry ground
But still produced good fruits in their time

Who faced birds of ill omen
Who faced thorns
Who faced the Sun
But overcame and turned into great trees
Wow!
Great trees
Wow!

Jesus is the gardener and we are the trees
We are, we are
We are, we are, we are
Jesus is the gardener and we are the trees
We are, we are
We are, we are, we are

Jesus is the gardener and we are the trees
We are, we are
We are, we are, we are
Jesus is the gardener and we are the trees
We are, we are
We are, we are, we are