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Many people sometimes
Feel trapped in a place, right, brother?
The community sometimes traps
People's mentality
We can't let ourselves be trapped
We have to educate ourselves to go further

Who has never felt like traveling, will
To leave, see no one
Feel time slow down on the highways at over 100
It's not escaping, it's not confronting
Did I disappear? No, look closely
Being from here doesn't mean being a hostage
We've already worked hard under the Sahara sun
Took a while to open the window and feel the wind on our faces
Speed up, let your mind wander in Itacoatiara
Turn your thorny heart into a Guevara heart

Because on the street
No one meets, bumps into each other
No one looks at each other, stares
No one loves each other, ties themselves
To be happy
No one throws themselves, clings

In this big world of coming and going Samsara
The view on what it means to succeed is not so clear
Values have reversed, the little ones already say:
Hey! I'll make my time because money doesn't stop!

It's crazy to see that time doesn't have as much value anymore
Life taught me that it
Builds love
Money comes and goes
Come see what it left
Despair in the brothers, feeling like I don't even know where I am

Are you what you are
Or just what you try to be?
Are you what they are
Or never managed to understand?
Are you what they want
Are you what they choose
Are you unintentional?
And there's no point in seeking answers if you don't have the whys
Hey, this shit is the cemetery in the open air
There are several walking dead without feeling
The talk of the future in the square stayed in the past
And about old friends, say
How many still live in the moment?

You count on your fingers?
Do it differently, man
Count on fear, on eyes, on lack of courage
Count the oceans
And how many of ours still die on the sidelines
Unfortunately the street is still like this
I stay away, people say: Where are you going, man?
Honestly, me?
I'm just going along with the beat
Destination is uncertain, partner
My rap is like life

My raps are my life, man
In the shows I convey the feelings they have
And make it sprout in the minds of friends
This is my life too

In the mind of those who have never seen
What's this, uncle? Who is this guy?
Ask the best you've heard
About the influences of where they come from
For the respect and the slaps in the face for each line
And for the fuck it
I don't surrender to the record label, I build my own
I invest in rap with a message and culture, damn
And at the same time, I make the calculators work

Do I do it for money?
Sometimes, yes, man!
Say I can't do without
To keep making the sound
That I want
That makes me feel more alive
Because I've felt free
And today I want to feel like I'm free

Without wanting to be the best
Far from these vanity talks
Want to be the best?
Be the best for your community!

One song a week?
I'm not that kind of MC!
I make one song a year
And you won't go a week without hearing it!