Ooorra

Straight up I see dad playing with son in the park
I feel envious, I wonder: Uncle, what has life done to me?
I smile at the kids, I think it's cool
I look down, I really want to cry, but I can't
In seconds, twenty-something Father's Days come to mind
I keep the gift, he won't come back
Dragging the cardboard with crepe paper
Crumple it, throw it in the trash: Damn, this one was good
Today I stay watching from the shadows
Seeing the kids there, with parents by their side and no respect
They should be for a day what I've been for thirty years
To see if you'd be willing to trade the old folks for the homies
I don't know if it's sadness or anger
Not being able to remember you sober
I didn't see the bitches or their allies
With the doctor in the hallway begging for what's most sacred

I've been hungry, I've taken beatings in silence
I've felt lonely, I've lost some allies
I've slept on the street, been discredited
I've seen death close, a loaded gun
I've run from the cops, beaten up the assholes
I almost died of cold, I've stolen from the market
I've envied those with fathers, I've lost quite a few
I've suffered for love, I've seen almost everything come close!

And even so, I had to suffer to learn
That my mother wouldn't be there to see me grow up
I had to work to have something to eat
Not seeing your child learn to speak, that must hurt
Enduring madam's orders and having to comply
Still hearing the neighborhood whisper: Do you know what a single mother is?
Seeing your time run out, your chance die
And at the end of the month, earning what's not even enough to survive
It taught me not to give up, man
Misery is tough, but I'm even tougher
Plywood full of holes, cigarette, the smell of cachaça
Look where I grew up! Where not even weeds thrive!
How are you going to dream of the podium if love is a luxury
And with the money we have, all we can have is hatred?
Life's things, repeated stories, something like that
At four years old, I already saw the whole world against me

I've been hungry, I've taken beatings in silence
I've felt lonely, I've lost some allies
I've slept on the street, been discredited
I've seen death close, a loaded gun
I've run from the cops, beaten up the assholes
I almost died of cold, I've stolen from the market
I've envied those with fathers, I've lost quite a few
I've suffered for love, I've seen almost everything come close!

And what I've always had was my rhyme
The rest went away like work, friends, girls
I never wanted to live off this, never dreamed of it
I was used to rhyming for fun and working for some change
And I was going to crime, bro
If it weren't for Pedro and Felipão's trust
With no money, I could already see the end
But one took me to the league and the other laid the groundwork for me
In faith, put me in a place where many want a name
Fuck everyone, I don't want to go hungry anymore
I love this, I'll be a contributor
Like this, writing as if I were going to die the next day
Bitch, went crazy with the flows, with each idea heard: How
When I saw it, the little radio played, people wanting a show
And now, I'm going to make it happen with mine
It's real, the boy from the hill became a God!

I almost got lost in illusions
I was saved by having wisdom and my feet on the ground
Called some brothers when we were partners
Thought I had made friends, and was making deals
I hate selling something that's so mine
But if someone's going to make money with this shit, then let it be me
And those who don't want money, bro
It's because they've never seen hunger louder than I love you
I saw my mother throw me into the locked wardrobe
It was the safest place when the rain took the roof
And she'd say: Don't worry, rain is normal
I've seen the worst of this, seeing the good today is natural
And the fair thing, so before criticizing those you see working
Shut up and think, how many stories do you have to tell
Saying that by saying The Street is ours, I act like I own the street
Sorry, I live this and the uncertainty is yours!
If you don't feel like you own it, shut up and don't mess around!
And before writing a rap, call me and ask if you can