Isso Vale Minha Vida (feat. Tavin)

[Tavin]
I find myself revolted
Locked in the room
Quiet silent
Conscience screams
Got a message from Sid
Hey bro, come over to Bendita

Blessed be I, the fruit of rap
Cursed be weapons and drugs, the fruit of crime

I remember leaving school
So happy it was time to go
Rap in my headphones and mind outside
My mind has always devoured me

I remember arriving at the square
Head down
Giving my best
I entered the circle
They told me, 'Bro, you got skills'
Since then, I leave the guys behind

I see guys who only talk about drugs
Only talk about drugs
Breathes drugs
Never tires
Talks about throwing spears
But never throws a dope track

How is that possible?
How can you prune?
This evil from the root?
Then tell me
Hip-Hop taught me a lot using graffiti and not chalk
It taught me to express many things that the mind thinks and the mouth doesn't say
That I can flaunt what I don't have but I didn't want to learn that part

[Sid and Tavin]
Sid, remember the old guys?
Who said I wouldn't make it
Today they want a photo for likes
And some change to lend us
Every word touched the wound
And how long does it take to heal?
They said this wasn't worth my life
In every beat, I'll give my life

[Sid]
I remember the hunger I had a few years ago
For poetry
And every well-crafted verse Sid made
Cured my heartburn
I remember the lady from the street who said I would never be
Today her son asked to take a picture with me
The world turns
Who would have thought?

I remember the tears
From the bottom of the pit
From the guy who said I wouldn't rise even with great effort
Today he's asking for a feature: Sid, give me a hand
If I reach out, will you want my arm?
Soon after, you'll aim for my torso
If by chance I provide a hug
Rap's Judas twists my neck

Last year I went over the limit
A few times I almost took my life
Tired of the scene of snakes and rats living on the same street
Some want a new car, money, brothel, women, and drinks
I want to be happy with what God gave me: Flow, verse, and beat

I remember school days
The teacher who thought I was an idiot
Failed me
And now is using my verses in the test

Seeing Tavinho rhyming fills me with pride
Because youth is the future
I'm getting old
The future is now

[Sid and Tavin]
Sid, remember the old guys?
Who said I wouldn't make it
Today they want a photo for likes
And some change to lend us
Every word touched the wound
And how long does it take to heal?
They said this wasn't worth my life
In every beat, I'll give my life