Meu Pai É Rastafari (feat. Oriente e Haikaiss)

After three months since my mother had just passed away
I received a letter from someone I thought would never appear again
When I read it, it had bitter words
I could feel the paper still wet with tears or something like that
The letter said

I got tired of São Paulo
I decided to move to another state
To clear my mind
I let my hair grow
My beard unshaven
I didn't know if I would gain weight
Or lose weight
Until I thought
Like a guy my age
I had you at sixteen
I needed more freedom
I got on a truck without direction
Like a coward
I arrived in Maranhão
Here I was more confident and happy
With several friends
Playing some authentic reggae
I sent this letter
So you wouldn't be surprised
Here is my address
Come visit me

I went to visit him
And he was very different
With Rastafarian hair
Rolling a joint
That's when I realized
That he was more out of it
With rebellious ideas
With red eyes

I asked why he had that in his hand
If when I used it
They told me it wasn't good
And he humbly replied
"Make up your mind
And sit with us"

My father is Rastafarian

[Haikaiss]
Now I start my tiring act, resting alert in the active dawn
The joint at the end of the kept means another vision, shows me who remained loyal separates who is from those who are not, damn!
Another dimension, another vibe, now I find myself only with the crazy ones at the party
Call for responsibility, hold the fort without giving in and if now it's sunny but if you slip up it's (beatbox)
I learned to behave with the brake, with the route recorded, with primate beings, write down your mistakes
In the step of the precipice life is a pointer, pass me the mortar, instigate the partners
Those who will enter the war here earlier, in search of peace without fear
And the one who criticizes and does not identify himself, we will see at the end of the world who best adapts

[Oriente]
My father is very crazy, when he's hungry he eats about five instant noodles
My father is really stoned, when I'm not home he steals my joint
My father is unusual, he smoked all my joint now I have none
My father is really stoned, I'm here with Maneva all around
I'm talking like this, this is the talk of the Nissin brother
My father smokes the pipe and also the green
My father is so crazy, so crazy like that
Like me, like all of us
This is our voice
Independent, we are fast
Eagle vision and albatross cunning
I'm with my Maneva brothers