Julho de 2001

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

All up to date
Bills paid
shallow mines
I'm going up
Without making anyone a ladder
I find this race boring
And the routine approach no longer intimidates me at all

I no longer feel afraid, 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, another black guy on the street
Another son of a black mother
Another one of Russian cinnamon
Another one dreaming of everything, without any fear of the world
Even with the guns at the back of their necks
Right in the middle of the border, between the palm tree and the muca

And I apologize for all the times
All crises
All the scars
Caused by thirst
My ending will be sad
Like a fish in a net that faces fear and tries to escape, resists

I am a guerrilla, I feel stronger than before!

I need to live, I feel stronger than before!