Poesia da Madrugada

Excuse me blood
Let me show you what poetry is
I sail in a sea of souls begging for freedom
Fighter fights now and the coward always postpones
If the wrong has a voice, the wise never stays silent
Cry of agony, my people smile crying
The dead resisting and the living surrendering
We're getting closer, from the end you see the beginning
That guy over there sells himself, just increase the price
Music has no color, nor art address
Some die without posture, others are born with it
I just want what I deserve, my saint is not made of plaster
Total hesitation, not learning from mistakes
I rush to start over, averse to futility
The fake ones keep shouting they're real
Judging my flaws, didn't see my qualities
They are more insane in madness than crazy in sanity
Some are not even half, but think they can do everything
If justice has a voice, for us the system is silent
Humility is not a shield, nor is our suffering pride
If surprised, forgot that booing also makes noise
Yeah... hood... several monsters around me
The more people I know, bro, the more alone I feel
And the pastor who yesterday felt he was the best among us
Did as it says in the Bible, and returned to dust
Who are you? Lay your cards on the table
In every heart, the collection of uncertainty
Sadness, in the jungle, stealing impurity
Too many worms with a grandeur complex
Against the current, I endured storms
Rolling up another blunt with transcendental rhymes
A bunch arrives first, leaving many behind
Forget your past, it won't come back

(Poetry)
In the dawn, writing next to loneliness
(Poetry)
In every line written, a piece of the heart
(Poetry)
In the dawn, writing next to loneliness
(Poetry)
In every line written, a piece of the heart
(Poetry)
In the dawn, writing next to loneliness
(Poetry)
In every line written, a piece of the heart