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I am not, but one day I will be
And what I already understand, I will no longer perceive
I will try to navigate, to give to the side
So that Kid Junior doesn't live what I lived in the past
The past was present
It was there where men committed what they pay for recently
They abandoned women, accumulated children
Blind in the debauchery that nowadays are the tchilos
The children became adults
And the father who was young, is now called an old fool
Maybe he didn't realize what he was doing
He filled balloons with pending issues that would later burst
Now he is accused, judged, and condemned
For children cared for and abandoned
And no one acts as a lawyer
Because the defense loses weight in the face of the clarity of the facts
Oh, the sentence is defined
Abandonment in many cases is the most preferred
The main local street
And in two prisons which are Psychiatry and Beiral

Making the father suffer for what he did
Suffering for the affection he didn't give me
For abandoning me while I was a child
Anger and resentment give way to revenge
That's what lives in the heart of a rebellious child
Seeing the father as an obstacle
But wouldn't the opposite be a solution?
Taking care of the father, giving a slap without a hand
Is there logic in paying evil with evil
But before logic there is reason
Today children, tomorrow we will be fathers
We are subject to making the same mistake
Forgiveness was never an exaggeration
But rather a mitigating factor, because we are imperfect beings
The father did not honor the family
Honor yours, so that the mistake is not repeated
Do not judge so you will not be judged
Brother, do it differently, then you will be respected
If yesterday he exchanged his children for debauchery
Then you exchange debauchery for children

But aside from frustrations
You have what brings you joy and sensations
Your money, your woman, your friends
Good food, the tchilos
That Friday in Benguela
With a good girlfriend in a candlelit night
All of this is wonderful
But if your father didn't give you life, none of this would exist
He is your father, love him, don't treat him badly
He is truly your father
He is not just a donor
I speak of that man who registered you with his name
The reason for leaving the mother
Only they two know
The mother will never tell you
Don't hate him for this action
Son, the father doesn't owe you an explanation
What the father didn't do, do in your family
Save the honor of the reason for your life
You didn't like being a stepchild
Your child won't like being a stepchild
Don't make your father eat garbage out there
As if he were an insect in the grass
Don't despise him like that
Drunk or illiterate, he is the one who put you here
He is the one who put you here