Vale das Sombras (feat. Dropallien, Insan Diego e Fabio Brazza)

[Giant On The Mic]
Who has never been at the bottom of the pit? Anyone?
Have you been there too?
Maybe you're there
Maybe you feel like you've never been anyone
Maybe you're homeless
Having a house doesn't mean you have one
Maybe you're in a bar
Maybe you lie to yourself that you're without
Will to go beyond the sea
Maybe you don't swim so well
Maybe you drown in sorrows
And become your own hostage
Maybe you're without faith and luck
Without direction and north, tired of being strong
In the last cut, maybe you don't care
In the valley of the shadow of death
But if you have life, it's not time for amen

I'm in the valley of shadows without ground
Surviving with the leftovers
People are like pigeons that go
Where the wind blows
If your mind haunts you, brother
You're digging your own grave
People fear the gallows, but give
More rope to their executioner

[Insan Diego]
Sometimes you cry thinking and now
Remembering several hours by the hour
The future terrifies you, time devours you
No longer contemplating the sky, the now
Doesn't pray because you lost faith
Because you still walk on foot
Treated like a nobody
Just for not having cash
Not getting credit
Having to put up with a boss
Who still exploits you in dollars
The government stole from me
Society wants me to be another robot
They'll serve your head on a platter to the wolf
I'm trying to climb, but slip in the mud
This mass is rotten, I already smell the odor
In life we learn, we have to live with pain
But you can flap your wings, fly high like a condor
But they cut your wings before they compose, uo

[Giant On The Mic]
I'm in the valley of shadows without ground
Surviving with the leftovers
People are like pigeons that go
Where the wind blows
If your mind haunts you, brother
You're digging your own grave
People fear the gallows, but give
More rope to their executioner

[Fabio Brazza]
I see dead people walking thinking they're alive
Bodies pulsating, but vegetative hearts
In search of palliatives
The bars and churches are full for the same reasons
I was thinking, the bottom of the pit also quenches thirst
And pain is the shell of knowledge breaking
Yes! As wise men said
There are sufferings that set us free
And pleasures that empty us
Man thinks he is God, I discovered I am nothing
It's that from above the view is distorted
Beware of the feeling of greatness
The mountain is big, not you
When you go down, you will see clearly
And the top of the world and the bottom of the pit
Are two pieces of my being, one aiming at the other
I looked into the eyes of death
The hero's journey is not to climb to the highest peak
But to descend into the underworld of oneself and manage to come back stronger

[Giant On The Mic]
I'm in the valley of shadows without ground
Surviving with the leftovers
People are like pigeons that go
Where the wind blows
If your mind haunts you, brother
You're digging your own grave
People fear the gallows, but give
More rope to their executioner

I'm in the valley of shadows without ground
Surviving with the leftovers
People are like pigeons that go
Where the wind blows
If your mind haunts you, brother
You're digging your own grave
People fear the gallows, but give
More rope to their executioner