Milionário do Sonho

It's what I say and do, I don't assume, I'm a dream millionaire
It's what I say and do, I don't assume, I'm a dream millionaire
It's tough for a Brazilian kid, with no regard from society
To grow into a whole man, much more than half
I keep looking at the streets, the alleys that connect my future to my past
And I see how I dodged the wrong, until I made a cab driver believe
That I can be more worthy than a white, privileged thug
I speak wanting to understand, I sing to spread knowledge and make you realize
That there's always a world, even if it's already started, there's always a world for us to create
An unfinished world
A world that's our child, with our face, the world I have now was created by me
Me, a poor kid, rich, skinny and smiling, I'm a dream millionaire

Here comes a cop who’s seen me on TV spreading my message
He came to regret treating me badly
He approached me without that mean look: "What's up, bro, come here, man"
Brothers from the community, dreamers and equals, I know what I'm talking about
There's a veil between classes, between houses, between banks
There's a veil, a curtain, a shock that, to cross, you have to tear
Crossing the wall, the invisible wall, I appear in the palace, on the screen, in the celebrity's window, but my word isn't just me, my word is the city
Big round world, round heart in the circle of solidarity
The street is ours, buddy
Whoever sees only one side of the world only knows part of the truth
Inventing who we are, I put my hand in the game, I live off what I compose, I'm a dream millionaire
I'm gonna show off, I grabbed the tail of the word and went with it, I caught the tail of its star
The word opens doors, you get that?
That's why education, you know, is the key word
It's like a naked man fully dressed inside, it's like a peace soldier armed with thoughts, it's like an exit, a portal, an instrument
On the carpet of words, I arrive fast, spoken, delivered at the speed of the wind, listen to my arguments
They're golden words, but they're street words
Stay alert
With such great hair, full of curls in motion, full of style, tangled, curly and well-behaved, I shout out loud, yeah? Who's the idiot that concluded my hair is bad? Who's the fool that decided my curly hair is wrong? Wrong for what? Wrong for who?
Unfortunate is the people who don't know where they come from
Small is the people who don't love themselves, the people who have in the greatness of the mix the black, the indigenous, the white, the party of cultures
Poor is the people who, without structure, ends up believing in the madness of having to be someone else to be someone
Don't come if you can't handle it, with words I strike, I don't take hits
Listen to this, baby, I'm a dream millionaire

The world still isn't used to seeing the reign of those who live on the other side of illusion
The illusion of happiness has four cars per head, leaving the planet unable to breathe freely, the illusion that it's better to have more houses, more cars than kids, each kid less of a kid than a car
While I, with my instinct, am showing off, riding the bike of my verb, making fun
My ride is the word, my vehicle is powerful without a barcode, it has no label even though its brand is good, my soul is of good brand, that's why it has no plate, no sign, no inscription
My ride takes everyone, it's pegasus, it's genius, the word has a thousand horses when I speak
I'm an ambassador of the street, I don't forget the forgotten and they remember me, feel the tear rolling from my voice, hear the music of my soul, know that what I want for myself, I want for the whole universe, that's the talk of my verse
That's why I say and repeat: Whoever wants to be a good judge must learn from the black benedito
But stay sharp because dreaming is planning, investment, goal, you gotta have thought, strategy, tactics
I say I'm a dreamer, but a dreamer in practice
I know life hits, I know how much it hurts, but with words I rise and stay, because the street is ours
So, my brother, pay attention to what the radio, the newspaper, the TV sells you want the wine, they raise the price of the cork, stop being a bubble and open your eyes to the situation
The word is the choice, the choice is the word, my brother
Check it out, these are the words of a black man, samurai, Brazilian, mixed, a poet, with a drum of ideas to fire
These aren't words of a fool, I already told you, write it down in your diary:
If I'm the owner of the world, it's because I'm a millionaire of dreams!