Autobiografia Parte 1

This is not a song, it's a vent
There's no flow, no flips, nothing you want to hear
But there's so much I want to say
That I need to say
Do you guys understand me?
I don't think so
I don't need to be understood, just listened to

I've always been the black sheep of the family
The one the neighbor looked at and said the future was uncertain
I've always been that student with zero grades
At the back of the class who never took the teacher seriously

I've always caused a lot of trouble for my foster mother
Education and respect for authorities
I'll never understand what authority is
As it involves orders and I feel truly free

I remember my parents arguing loudly
And me, curious as always, listening at the bedroom door
My father telling my mother that I was spoiled
My grades were low and that she had raised me wrong
I remember my father toasting to my brother who got into medical school
A toast to the most hardworking son
That same night, I decided to say I wanted to be a rapper
And got laughs for being so funny
I hadn't even finished high school
I found school boring and was afraid of going to college
I felt sorry for my parents for working so hard
Just to have raised such a cowardly son
I wanted to be like my brothers
Educated, literate, real doctors
But I always had a love for the underground
The streets fascinated me more than university campuses

After a year of struggling, I remember calling my mother
To take a walk just to have a chat
I told her about my dream of being an MC and she hugged me tightly
Tried not to cry too loudly

She knew the difficulty of an independent career and her reckless son
Success was uncertain and money wasn't guaranteed
And the chance of failure was much more evident
She supported me regardless because the idea of having a smiling son was enough
She didn't have in mind that a year later
I would win the national championship in our name
Some say my victory was an accident
Or just luck in choosing my opponents
No one lived what I lived so no one understands
The feeling of the world on your shoulders and a burning chest

My motto has always been to move forward
And the funny thing is I'm terrible at playing soccer
Even funnier is to think
That my lyrics are in the mouths of the favela and inside the school classroom

Today the teacher hates me because I encourage kids to think outside the box
Today the congressman hates me because I encourage voters to also think outside the box
Today the street rapper hates me because I'm proud of my journey
Sid thinks he's something
Today my mother is proud because I took my effort
And did things differently from what everyone thinks

World, forgive me for being like this, Matheus thank you for having faith in me
World, forgive me for being like this, mom thank you for having faith in me

Blessed is the fruit of our rap brother, it always has been
This is a family, it's us against the world, bro