Minha Arte

Make me understand
What is good
My mission
In this place

I want to fly
Understand
See myself
To be able to see

Sometimes it seems like I won't make it
My friends tell me to keep going
I want a thousand reasons to live
What I know I can still be

Don't say it's impossible
That there's no more time
That it was just a matter of luck
That everything changed
That the world turned
I know it's not too late
To say that we are free
And that there is still hope
To live with love

You deserve to sing and let your voice out
Don't limit yourself to what you see
Manhood is the dwelling of all of us
What is learned, doesn't die, understand that

You deserve to sing and let your voice out
Don't get distracted only by things
That take away your focus and confuse the real value
You deserve someone who loves you

I know
There are so many people who hurt us
There are so many people who don't want to live in peace
But there are people who think differently
Live the present as if there were no more
Opportunity to be everything
I want life only if it's like this
Don't take away my fear of the dark
It gives me courage

Because nothing after tomorrow will save you
If it's not better than today
It won't be tomorrow that you'll change
If you want to change
Your expired excuses

Material music, the sound of beasts
Sound of the drum
Sound of pots, favela
Mix Arlindo Cruz, Zeca, Aragão, Portel
Everything is done with love
Like a soap opera scene

Music without soul is nothing
Music everywhere
Is on the charts
My music is pure
All my art
Depends on power
Everything fits in it

If music is matter
Of the animated force
That sound of expression
Attack force of the slum

It rests all dressed up
Stylish, legs crossed
Everyone has a story
Everyone has a song
Enemy of the wrong
Brotherly hugs
Music of crying
To the sound of dusk
Music of the saint
This is the sound of the people

Who sings has everything
But possesses nothing
It's art knocking
On the door of our soul

Who sings has everything
But possesses nothing
It's art knocking
On the door of our soul

But nothing after
Tomorrow will save you
If it's not better than today
It won't be tomorrow
That you'll change
If you want to change
Your expired excuses