Aclara

For a long time you think that life doesn't add up
And for a long time you talk about living in jest
I lead my life always in the fight
I finish questions for you to question
I bring sermons for you to rethink
That life is not black and white
I don't sing illusions, you don't have to like
I don't want illusions in what I sing

And you clarify your mind, clearly
You have to take a step forward
Certainly, some people don't get it right
Listen to the beat, feel what I do
Follow my path but think for yourself
If you feel what I do and follow my path
Listen to me, I'm here

Because without you, this wouldn't exist
Take it easy, believe in karma
Do good, wait for your day
I sing with soul for my family
The old man up there, is my faith
I don't change subjects, I always put my life to the beat
Always the same André, they know what my life was
But I don't regret anything
I don't owe, I don't fear
I don't have, I don't sell
I only smoke, I don't drink
I vent in verses
Today what I sell is words
Poet of the street, Madorna on the map
Step by step, I'm climbing stairs
I want a bright future for Clara, nothing else

Clarify your mind, clearly
You have to take a step forward
Certainly, some people don't get it right
Listen to the beat, feel what I do
Follow my path but think for yourself
If you feel what I do and follow my path
Listen to me, I'm here

Today I have a daughter, my Clarinha
I want you to have a beautiful life
Listen to your father, problems teach
And life is what you make of it
Have goals, don't just want coins
If doors close on you, break windows
I'm here to support you, I'm your support
If you feel at ease, I'll catch you when you fall
Even if you don't fall, stumble
Create your own path
Be patient, don't rush
Believe that you are my light
They say a kid with a child and I ask, so what?
No one feeds me, no one sustains me, I look after both
With 22 years of wisdom, old man, old man in the shit
My school is the school of life, sharp mind
Wounds are certain on the body
Open wounds are many, not even counted on fingers
What I lived made me the Piruka we see today

But I don't regret and I move on, time is our friend
You're going the wrong way, tell me where you're going
Clarify your mind, clarify my sheltered port
If I talk about everything that is felt, what else will I talk about?