Junho de 94

And there, Coyote
Original GE
(Original GE)

Trying to do my best in my worst phase
You know how it is, kid
Wounds heal with time, not with gauze
And when I made my money, I lost my foundation
Just me who shouted for the excluded
Mockery for the educated
To arrive here from where I came
Is to defy the law of gravity
Poor people die or get arrested at this age
Longing for when I wore flip-flops
And almost nothing to prove to you, buddy
My grandma said God is a father, not a stepfather
So he put me on punishment to think
Making families smile from north to south
I made my family cry and lose direction
In this life, few things make sense
Only that I'm still not ready for death
Today I woke up feeling like Renato Russo
Wanting to make up for lost time
She says it's still too early to cry
The world is so complicated for these parents and children
Your hero can't fly
I became the damn villain you all created
Too soon, I aimed for the stars
And it was on my damn forehead that they aimed

Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh (wanted to be God)
Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh (wanted to be God)
Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh (wanted to be God)
The boy wanted to be God, uh-huh (wanted to be God)

In the past, facing fear was dodging bullets
Nowadays, facing fear is getting on a plane
In the past, I just wanted to bring down the system
Now the system pays me to sing, brother
I'm one of those who speaks straight and lives crooked
That's easy, right?
Like a smoking doctor
Or like wanting to rest and still stand
The other day I opened the door and saw Trump right on top of Hillary Clinton
I smoked Carlton and saw that it's no coincidence
That the world's capital is Washington, not Compton
I just wanted my sweatshirt-piercing toy
To take down all these suckers
And die a hero, like Ayrton
Not die young, like Ayrton
I'm a Tim Maia book written by Nelson Motta, tragedy
Made my life an omelette of Brazil with Hamlet, tragedy

Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh
Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh
Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh
The boy wanted to be God, uh-huh

I took several people out of depression
But I can't make a single smile
Your reflection is crueler than anyone's image
That's how Narcissus died
Lost in dressing rooms in some lascivious look
To take her to the room, I was concise
And now no one will cry my tears
But even those I don't know want to smile my smile
I had to hear that I was wrong for telling you guys
That your people remind me of Hitler
They carry slave traditions
And can't stand to see a black man as a leader
I gave back self-esteem to my people
That's what hip-hop is about
Fuck the foreigners you know
Differentiate work from hobby
The brothers offered me a gun
I offered a headphone
Everyone makes their choices
So as not to go hungry
They offered their soul to destiny
They were real men
And when I think of judging
Silence consumes me
Yeah, for Neném and Dieguin
Pedro, I'll come back to get you
These bastards will never shoot at you again (no)
They'll never shoot at you again
I realized everything was wrong
When I forgot that my first song is called 'Closed Body'
And that if I jump from here
I leave several parents orphaned
I'll come down from this marquee
After all I've been through, it would be a setback
I'm not the first to speak truths
But one of the few who succeeded

Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh (wanted to be God)
Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh (wanted to be God)
Because the boy wanted to be God, uh-huh (wanted to be God)
The boy wanted to be God, uh-huh (wanted to be God)

And whoever said the old record is weak, go fuck yourself
I believe it's envy, go fuck yourself
They complain about my foul mouth, sorry
Yeah, go fuck yourself again
And they told me to stop shouting, huh
It's that my voice made the Earth tremble
Made the girls moan, faith
And I made everyone raise their hands, like an Axé singer, faith
Accurate punch lines like Popó
Saying truths that not even a reporter Esso would have the courage
We're Pit Bull on the beat, Pit Bull on the beat
They're the cowardly dog
And there's no room for Bonnie and Clyde for those who are Romeo and Juliet
Even if life is a Shakespearean drama
The iron in my head
The weight on my neck
I'm a bird of soul, trapped in the trap
Living hurts
Maybe that's why my tongue is a bazooka
Living hurts
And my cigarette is already in the butt
Living hurts
Maybe that's why my tongue is a bazooka
They're tears of victims of stigma
Stagnated for some asshole to travel to the Bahamas
Oh Barrabas
Your carpet is made of blood
From the woman in the swamp
Or from a gang member

Oh-oh-oh-oh, uo-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, uo-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, uo-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, uo-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, uo-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, uo-oh, oh

I'm anti-bullet, gangster style
Talking too much is like sour gum
The common folk are the worst, they have these flaws
We are this, we are that
What? You didn't say?
I'm a problem for those who think rap is for fools
Blacks on top, and I was serious
We're sick
Let me give back the ghetto's pride
And give another meaning to the phrase: Had to be black
Come here