Isso Vale Minha Vida (part. Tavin)

[Tavin]
I find myself revolted
Locked in the room
Quiet, silent
The conscience screams
Message from Sid arrived
Hey little brother, pull over here at Bendita

Blessed be I, the fruit of rap
Damn weapons and drugs the fruit of t

I remember leaving school
Happy as hell it was time to go
Rap on the headphones and mind outside
My mind has always devoured me

I remember arriving at the square
Head down
Giving the greatest race
I entered the circle
They told me you're not going to unfold
Since then I've left my brothers alone

I see the guys who only talk about drugs
Only talks about drugs
Who breathes drugs
Never gets tired
Spear talk
But never releases a badass song

How can that be?
How do you prune?
This evil at its root?
So tell me
Hip-Hop taught me a lot using graphite and not chalk
It taught me to express many things that the mind thinks and the mouth does not say
That I can show off what I don't have, but I didn't want to learn that part

[Sid and Tavin]
Sid, remember the old bros?
They said it wouldn't turn
Today they want photos to get likes
And some change for us to lend
Every word touched the wound
And how long does it take to heal?
They said it wasn't worth my life
In every beat of my life I will give

[Sid]
I remember how hungry I was a few years ago
Of poetry
And every well-crafted verse that Sid made
It killed my heartburn
I remember the aunt down 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 crying
From the bottom of the well
From the guy who said I wouldn't climb even with a lot of effort
Today we're asking for a feat: Sid, give me a hand
If I reach out my hand, you'll want my arm
Then he will aim at the torso
If by chance I provide a hug
Rap Judas twists my neck

Last year I crossed the line
Sometimes I almost took my life
Tired of the scene of snakes and rats living on the same avenue
Some want the car of the year, money, a whorehouse, women and drinks
I want to be happy with what God gave me: Flow, verse and beat

I remember my school days
The teacher who thought I was an idiot
He failed me
And today he's using my verse 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 bros?
They said it wouldn't turn
Today they want photos to get likes
And some change for us to lend
Every word touched the wound
And how long does it take to heal?
They said it wasn't worth my life
In every beat of my life I will give