Assalto a Mão Letrada 2

[MC Sid]
Mother, I killed your most difficult son to raise
And I'm sorry, I came here to tell you that
It was necessary for Sid to be born in his place
Lucas wouldn't know what to do here
Sorry, love, I'm not as rich as I promised
I can't rap if it's to lie
I could rhyme about drugs and debauchery
We'd be rich and I'd have no reason to smile
It's been two years since I came to complain about my frustrations
About my dreams, my illusions
It's sad to see that time passes, we age
And those who kill rap, do it for money
Rap is much more pop than Hip-Hop
It's only acoustic projects that make millions
A good salary, a guitar, and a bunch of empty ideas
Don't buy my dream of changing these crowds
I warned you that when I rose, no one would take me from here
Said and done

I doubted your mayor, I went against the president
My rap isn't perfect but it has an effect on our people
I didn't chase fame, you understand me
I studied my flaw
To build my art differently
I don't want to be accepted and I know I never will be, because
I'll never make rap full of prejudice
Many people hate me, for me it's not enough
I've always managed without depending on others
I never needed the rap scene
Because I wrote, directed, and recorded my whole movie
Rap is afraid of independent artists
Conscious, new, and different
Who doesn't talk nonsense, but sells
I bother too much, want more or is it enough?
Everyone in rap dresses the same, talks the same, acts the same
To the hype that's at the top

Standards are meant to kill identities
Hanging is the same whether by ties or gold chains
Now everyone wants sneakers like Travis'
The trendy windbreaker, photo with rapper of the year
Tattoo with the phrase of the moment, preferably on the face
Fake but rare jewelry, photo on insta with a gun
Fanny pack full of drugs, all underage
Following the steps of a false poet, good at vanity
In the sound, a rap verse; in the paper, black with green
Bought from a rich kid who tags Bolsomito on the walls
Who studies at a private college, took prep courses for the entrance exam
Says he loves rap, but only shows up to leech
Doesn't respect women, judges by skin color
And says rap is still your place

They're destroying the movement from the edges
I spoke truths and the doors closed
I'll never win a Grammy
But I'll win a Nobel for being the smartest among idiots
I'm not as smart as you imagine
The others are dumber than you think
I'm not talking about education
But about humility in the lives of those who rhyme
Today I have the 10 thousand reais
That I didn't have a few years ago
To record a more than awesome music video
And I keep recording on my phone
Just to show you once and for all that it's the lyrics that matter
It's not the video that matters, it's not my clothes that matter
It's not if I drink, smoke, sniff, or fuck that matters
I know you don't care

But try to understand my despair
I'm tired of seeing our people being killed
You applaud racist, sexist, and homophobic artists
Because they're good actors on camera
Because on stage they sing about love
But thanks to them, there was never love behind the scenes
They idolize MCs who treat women as objects
Of abuse and disposable use
Then they find out he cheats and hits the woman
And the same fan who put him on top says that's unacceptable
Rap is pathetic, unbelievable
Hypocrisy at an unreachable level
I'll punch until the wall breaks the knife
I'll change the world
As long as I breathe, I'm tireless
I don't believe in violence, I believe in words
I planted hatred and harvested loneliness on the journey
You can put your hands down
Because this was the last time I assaulted in handwriting