Cada Um Com Uma História

It's easier to talk about the problem when the mistake is someone else's and not yours
It's easier to point out the guilty one than the solution for the one who got lost
It's easier to judge the addict, the drunkard thrown on the street
Than to extend your hand and say: We're in this together, brother, this fight is not just yours
I've seen up close, several times, the talented kid without opportunity to rise
Because his mother is a cleaner, couldn't take him to the stadium
Where the scout chooses the next star player, there
He lives next to the drug dealing spot, in a very humble shack in the slum
The dirt road has no sewage, and when it rains
The water carries the dirt to the dirt field

Go tell him not to steal, his mother said
Semi-literate who taught what TV didn't show
Is that consumerism invades your home, pushes you down your throat
That you have to buy, have to spend
Have to have a high standard of living

But now, if he gets involved, go tell his mother the news
Tell her: Your son is no good, and if the police catch him, he'll get what he deserves
Tell her that education was lacking, it wasn't the television, that the family is to blame
Tell her that a good criminal is a dead one, and that her son is already at the police station
I also agree, poverty and misery were never reasons to get involved in crime
The proof of that is my family struggling, and they managed to survive
But the times were different, it's good to remember that there was no advertising
You didn't even have anyone to envy, the neighbor had less and owed at the grocery store

But you're more concerned with the new model of your smartphone
Changing the logo on the company facade with your last name
But everything is in order, everything is fine, the accounting is going well
Just don't touch your pocket, the problem is someone else's
That's how the angels say amen

My biggest problem was falling into the trap and bringing suffering to those I loved the most
In a prison cell, the three women I loved the most
May God comfort the heart and put a smile on the face, because I made tears flow
Want some advice, kid? Value those who love you
The world already abuses them too much and makes them suffer

Each one with a story
Each struggle restores us
Who am I to say that my pain
Hurts more than your pain?
One choice is to give up
And surrender in the face of pain
The other choice is to rise and fight
Each one with a story
Each struggle restores us
Who am I to say that my pain
Hurts more than your pain?
One choice is to give up
And surrender in the face of pain
The other choice is to rise and fight

We are selfish and only think about ourselves, if the problem is someone else's, it's not my concern
My pain to me is the most painful, and I call it whining when it's my friend's
If the person from the slum has a problem, it's nothing! I only see that on YouTube
If the gas price goes up, it's nothing! After all, I don't work as an Uber driver
If the gas cylinder is expensive, it's nothing! I always order my food through iFood
With my iPhone, I post impactful phrases, and on social media, I'm Mr. Attitude
I prefer the tough guy face visiting the slums, prisons, alleys, the alleys
I prefer real life, over social media, and without filters, I make my story have an effect!
Spreading the word to the thief, not everyone wants to change, and won't
If my life makes a difference, at least for the kid who had his father back!
If my message makes the guy think, and even stop being a nuisance!
If my story serves as hope, that time moves forward, so stop looking back, go! (Go!)
Grab the pieces and call the gang, everything is planned
I've seen many coming back from the tape handcuffed, but I've seen many others coming back shot
The news is bad, it won't change when it's your turn
Your house will fall (it's just a matter of time, it's just a matter of time for life to demand)
Since the world began, many have managed to achieve
But when the federal police knock on the door, the castle falls, starts to crumble
If it happens to everyone, it won't skip your turn
Since Al Capone, El Chapo, the Orejuela brothers and Pablo Escobar
(Ha-ha-ha) not to mention your neighbor murdered (plow, plow) in front of your house (plá, plá, plá)
Not to mention your friend who doesn't even have money to pay the lawyer
Not to mention your sister and two children, the father is on the run
Not to mention that, no matter how much you change, someone will always call you a former criminal (call you a former criminal)
Crime is the seductive path, but what it promised, it won't fulfill
Promised Village Bourbon, but what did you gain, kid?
Shot in the Honda in a slum in Sarandi
Many run, run, run, but I've never seen anyone manage to get out, or escape
Each choice you made took you away from God's plans, from God's plans
Another bastard child who will grow up without a father, grow up without a father
How I wish for a happy ending, a happy ending, a happy ending, a happy ending, a happy ending, yeah!
But this time it won't, Jesus on the cross, two thieves, one received mercy, the other didn't
Today the choice is yours, and in this story, you are the thief
There comes a time when time runs out and there are no more opportunities
Five minutes before the coffin closes, then it's already too late, late

Each one with a story
Each struggle restores us
Who am I to say that my pain
Hurts more than your pain?
One choice is to give up
And surrender in the face of pain
The other choice is to rise and fight
Each one with a story
Each struggle restores us
Who am I to say that my pain
Hurts more than your pain?
One choice is to give up
And surrender in the face of pain
The other choice is to rise and fight