O Melhor Desenhista

My world was black and white
I didn't feel like smiling
And how many wanted to kill my dream
And how many said I would die from rhyming

But I am the owner's son
I'm the son of the best illustrator
He drew my story on paper
With the inks, he colored my life

He colored the Lamborghini in the garage
He colored the bike that turned into a Ducati
My life is a book of positivity
Won a house with a window and a view

But I remember the poison
My mother crying in fear
No money and a leaky roof
Life's destiny is crazy
Crushed cans
My first letter was in the junkyard

Straight talk, get out of the way
I'm the owner's son, who owns the land
Your dialect doesn't interest me
I just want peace and you only want war

The world is big, so just dream
I'm fighting to be a champion
God gave me wings to fly
But without taking my feet off the ground

And the best illustrator told me
That life is a palette of colors
And each color has its story
And I'll tell you more or less how mine was

I was taken, I was discriminated against
I worked at the fair
I sold CDs at the market entrance
I came from the bottom, I came from there

I saw my mother carry me, and still take the crowded bus
Life is crazy, wants a good life
But if it drizzles, it's to get wet
I'll go after, my place
You have to be strong, to get there
Oh faith

The world is big, so just dream
I'm fighting to be a champion
God gave me wings to fly
But without taking my feet off the ground