O Kid

Many things may be hidden behind a smile
Not everything that seems is

What do you see when you look at me?
What do you think when you hear the name Kid MC?
What do you think when you see me on stage
With the microphone on waiting for the beat to rise?
Maybe you draw a calm guy
Happy and satisfied with the destiny life has given
You develop in your memory
Illusory scenes about this master of ceremonies
I, will say with great sincerity
I wish so much that imagination was reality
To be happy and satisfied
I wish I had all the happiness you think I have
I wish to sleep well rested
Wake up relaxed
Without the worry of the failed past
To toast to life
To see reflected my acquired achievement
To have a part of history
And the name well engraved in the book of rap in your memory
To have the chance to spread to all of Angola the message of this voice that doesn't tire but cries
I wish to be
That MC that in the past they wished to have
I wish
To be loved even not knowing if hope has already died

Great secrets hide beneath the smoothest surfaces
We must be careful when observing someone
Not always joy is synonymous with happiness
(Man, man, man)

This is the voice of a young man who once cried
Who sought peace but found nothing
Advised people and nothing changed in himself
Victim of the world and a world that the demon condemned
I am like that guy you see in prison
Needy like a dirty beggar reaching out
Like the kid in the sad evening
Who suffers in the slum to have something in the stomach and see a pair of shorts
Let them talk
Let them express and vent
You will know so you don't get deceived
I'm not from the elite and I don't need this sensation
I'm from the street, I'm from the ghetto, I'm from the crowd
I didn't need appearances to be who I am
Dignity made me the person I am
I know what it is to suffer and I cry with you too
I am not and never was better than anyone
Leave me alone
I want to do what I know
You were mistaken if you saw me as a king
Just like you, I was also stabbed, betrayed
I saw myself on the ground stepped on and then I got up
And with barriers and low blows, I still go on
I owe nothing to anyone and that's why I'm here
Don't be fooled by this Angolan
I'm not much, just an African warrior
I even prefer to hide a lot of things I've lived
Tears dried in the chest of the MC

This is the voice of a young man who once cried
(Kid MC, Kid MC, Kid MC yeah)
Who sought peace but found nothing
(My son, living is fighting)
Tears, tears from the chest of the MC