Brahma

Don't let those lights deceive you, dark days around here
More than one pretends to be happy
Everyone carrying their crosses, some not dead but almost
Waiting for fruits without having planted roots

And I write for myself, for those who know how to love
For those who lost everything and don't tire of fighting
In a world where there are children who have nothing to eat
And governments spend money on nuclear weapons

They want to make us idiots through TV
And I escaped from that world thanks to R.A.P
Mom, forgive me if I left, I'm a mess, I know
But I gave my life to this because there's no after

Ask yourself what feeds your soul and your ego
If it leads you to failure or to 'I can'
Separate those doubts from the fears
Because a well-spoken lie can become a creed

And I wonder why other brothers die of thirst
Waiting for the sweet water in which we defecate
When I can see a system from the sink
Less pay and less water that we contaminate

I suppose it's self-interest and that won't change
Unless humans make it change through their means
Music is a weapon and I use it to awaken
Even if the world where I spread it wants to mold me

Do you think I care
That what I say isn't pleasing to the idiot who wanted to interview me
Even if they want to pay me to play in that bar
Where a year ago I couldn't enter because of my appearance

They can suck it, I'm too much myself
The Sun blesses them for being the best rap in the country
I don't want more than what I need to be happy
And it's because I still haven't gotten used to being a king like Ruis

I don't give a shit about the world of rap and its hypocrisy
I am my genre and my brothers my company
I've been here even if they didn't see us as stars in the day
Making keys for those doors that never opened