Julho de 2001

I need to live, walk the streets
Among the people's struggle, I'm just another face on the corner
Vulnerable in soul and body
A guy like me, with a suicidal mind, needs little in life
Nothing else to prove to others
Freedom is a matter of perspective, yeh

Everything in order
Bills paid
Shallow relationships
I'm moving up
Without stepping on anyone
I find this race boring
And the routine approach, no longer intimidates me at all

I no longer feel fear, I feel more alive than before!
I need to live, I feel stronger than before!
I need to live, I feel stronger than before!

It was July 2001, just another black kid on the street
Another child of a black mother
Another with Russian cinnamon skin
Another dreaming of everything, without fear of the world
Even with guns to the back of the head
Right in the middle of the border, between the palm tree and the never

And I ask for forgiveness for all the times
All the crises
All the scars
Caused by thirst
My ending will be sad
Like a fish in the net facing fear and trying to escape, resisting

I am a guerrilla, I feel stronger than before!

I need to live, I feel stronger than before!