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This is not just a story
It's what I carry in my memory
And all the pain only made me stronger
Wounds heal with time
God eases all suffering
And today I am a strong fighter

I was Jhow, from Londrina to Limeira
Digging through the trash, eating leftovers from the market
In a wooden shack without a bathroom or electricity
Spent the whole night with an empty stomach
My father passed away, Jhow, drowned
There was no wake, the coffin was sealed
It was complicated but he left a legacy
That being humble is not being humiliated
Many cold early mornings, my mother rushing around
Trying to find a way to improve our family
I knew it wouldn't be easy
On the brink of failure, I picked up my pieces
I hit the streets with no money in my pocket
With the lions of the capital who escaped from the dungeon
It's tough but I didn't beg for champagne
I had to do it for myself, and for my mother
And even without anything, I thanked every day
For health, for faith, for wisdom
Who would have thought that a kid from the slums
Through rap would escape poverty
I am living proof, man, I made it
I am the precious stone that the ghetto shaped
Since I was a boy, this is the anthem that saved me from poison
Certainly in weakness I am strengthening
It got foggy, it became small for those who didn't believe
Pateta Pira Pura, two thousand and something
The journey was long to get here
Pira Pura has always been a school for me
It was there that I learned, it was there that I discovered
That everything has a beginning, middle, and end
I already mined the king's treasure
Even though I already know, I won't be fooled
I organized myself, I anticipated
Just to make my family happy

This is not just a story
It's what I carry in my memory
And all the pain only made me stronger
Wounds heal with time
God eases all suffering
And today I am a strong fighter

I grew up in the cradle of evil, in the depths of ZN
Watching the guys exchanging shots and fleeing from the police
I had the perfect profile to become a criminal
But God told me
Son, what I have is more precious!
My body craves drugs, guns, and alcohol
But I know, brother, that my soul doesn't need it
Away from school, standing on the corner
Two crazy guys, one Beat Box, several bursts of rhymes
I was 13 years old, a pre-teen
But that awakened something, stuck in my mind
From then on, it was different, uncle
I was filling a void in my heart
Five, 90s, lots of trouble
That's when I wrote my first lyrics
I had a Walkman, listening to Djavan
It was raining, 5:20 in the morning!
Years later, DJ Samuel (Samuel)
Brought my music to life and took it off paper
I thank everyone who has always been with me
In moments of sadness, in joy, and in danger
I am happy to share with you
My first EP, my album Code 43
This is not just a story, it's what I carry in my memory
And all the pain only made me stronger

This is not just a story
It's what I carry in my memory
And all the pain only made me stronger
Wounds heal with time
God eases all suffering
And today I am a strong fighter

This is not just a story
It's what I carry in my memory
And all the pain only made me stronger
Wounds heal with time
God eases all suffering
And today I am a strong fighter